Sandstorms

I once strode a desert trail
as it wound between the dunes,
but the sand was picked up by the winds
to dance before the moon.

It all began with a song
that called me from my hollow-
a whistle rang
then soothed into gentle hums
which beckoned me to follow.

We flew past the trees
as the winds made the leaves plead
and scream,
and over the bridge
where the river was pounding and roaring
like a child in desperate need for attention.
We went through the meadows
where the grass was flowing violently
like an ocean’s tide in a storm,
then into the desert
where a trail of sand rolled
in a clean, winding formation.

Then the moon showed herself to us that night.

And-
Before the moon,
before myself- each grain then came to life.
Then by her great behest
they began receding and advancing like
some formidable, heavenly breath.

They speared and whipped,
they bit at my flesh,
they thickened and thinned,
they calmed and then…

They took new pattern;
another path grew
beyond my sight
into the great dark blue.
They unspooled before me,
they stretched beyond horizon,
into new unknowns
that had revealed itself to my eyes, and
my eyes alone.

I tried to continue upon my path,
to join them in the sky.
I was tried and found unworthy
and the storm swallowed me alive.

I once strode a desert trail
as it wound between the dunes,
but the sand was picked up by the winds
to dance before the moon.

It all began with a song
that called me from my hollow-
a whistle rang
then soothed into gentle hums
which whispered not to follow.

Space Case

The sand,
it
slips
from between my fingers
as
I
try to
climb out
from the pulling sea.

It curls around my ankles,
pulls,
and swallows;
trying to consume me.

I grab
for
a familiar fig-
ure.
Her dress,
I
know it’s
seams,
her feet,
so
clean,
her hands,
gentle,
her hair,
flows
wildly
in the ocean
breeze.

Her face,
though,
is hid-
den
from me
by a luminescent
orb
so blinding.

Startled,
my
grip
goes loose
as I
fall further
victim to the hungry blue.

I know she is
pleased
by how
her brightness
is shi-
ning.
She wants
the
waves
to bind me.

As
the
water
changes
into
empty space
and reaches out
to wash over me,
she whispers
words
to comfort
me.
“We must be alone to be happy. And in our loneliness we will know one another. For we are not ourselves when we are not alone. Let the waves of free and empty space consume your mind and heart. Let it absorb your thoughts like a sponge by no means of wringing. We must let our own individual chaos’s burn out our individual selves to be anything more than ourselves. We must let those charred remains remain as they are. And though we exist near one another, that is how it shall stay. And that is where we can be together. Only in our loneliest personal moments can we be together. Alone together, together and alone. Me- Here I will fade upon this shore, melting within my sun. And you; you- There; down within your waters, drowning within your space.”

Suddenly
she lacked…
not
lacked,
but
rather
…
held less,
but just as much,
if not more
importance.
But
I,
I became
distracted
by
something
with-
in
my-
self.
Myself.

And I saw it.
And I saw;
I
saw
the creatures
of
the sea
transform
be-
fore
me
into. into.. into...
planets
and
gasses
all spinning.

I saw
creation
born
and fall from grace
so gracefully.

All spinning,
all spinning.

Cre-
a-
tion
born from within
and
all around
me.

A universe born by
me
just for
me.
on-
ly
for
me.

The waves
became currents
of something
else

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Stars
and clusters
of such
spectacular texture
and harmony,
How
the-
y
seemed to dance
with-
in
and
ar-
ou-
nd
one another.

The water no longer crept,
but it was
space
that inched further
up
my body.

It no longer pulled
but rather,
it
altered
the existence around me.
And I felt no
need
to fight it
any longe

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r.

I let go;
I
let
go
of the beach
and I
let space
swallow me

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ly

as the final wave
washed over me.

I exist here
no more.

One day we shall meet again.
I hope. I dare to pray. We can keep faithful to our obscurity.
And that we may exist. Exist alone. But to exist alone, together. Two separate entities in a common irrelevance. We shall be Irrelevant to one another and to the world around us, but that being the factor that we may relate upon. Loneliness.

The Clone

We are but rays of light,
fleeting,
our ambience, a subtle heart beating.
Through fragmented glass we shine,
and are given life
but little meaning.

In the image of the sun,
divine,
we are shone upon the Earth.
Our being, skewed
through squinting eyes,
eyelashes cage our true figure.

We are but rays of light,
piercing.
Through the cracks we feign beauty.
To continue hope for those
who would not believe;
I am a lie and a necessity.

I
can’t
imagine,
I can’t
imagine.
I can’t imagine
a purpose greater than
merely existing.
So simple,
so minute;
sometimes I’d rather
not exist at all.

Why is it, father,
that I feel nothing?

We are but rays of light,
thinning,
on a planet quickly fading.
Made in the image of his image,
the sun is irrelevant
and so am I.

We are but rays of light,
innocent;
set upon this world for a purpose.
What if I choose not to continue
down my path-
would it be God or Man left disappointed?

We are but rays of light,
nothing more,
and there is nothing less;
I am a mere fragment
of what I once thought I was.
As a child of process, I was forgotten.

I
am
nothing,
I am
nothing.
I am nothing
more than the image of perfection.
I merely exist
as propaganda
to continue
a fable
that was once my parents.

I know why it is, father,
that I feel nothing at all.

We are but rays of light,
blinding
to your hopeful eyes, once unblinking.
Can those without souls
beget something
they, themselves never had?

In the image of the sun,
dimmed,
we will go out as well.
If I am to be man’s last hope,
I apologize,
but it ends now
when I...