This pool is thick and the shadows long
from aching forms that once stood strong
In the unquenched sand, now churning dust
a face looks up, eyes wide, limbs crushed
High up, alone, in the hottest air
your mind trips up on every snare
What could be done and is not yet known
unveils slowly in a restless tone
A film of liquid, thick as clay
still mutes the sounds of what you say
Long hours ahead and pools darker still
may bruise your heart and bend your will
Yet deeper, beyond your secret scenes
you'll find a pulse beneath those seams
sewn in haste against the coldest nights;
It was here, you know
you first found sight.
