Someone showed me fear
In a handful of dust.
Words they seem so near
Sifting through my trust.
Dreading by the steps
Eyes of mine not stopp’d.
Letters led I crept.
Terrible words were dropp’d.
Fell they in my soul
Graven thoughts and will
‘Rousing the cluttered hole
Preping for light to fill.
I saw a Man adrift
Deserts in sun did blow,
Hot his face by th’rift
None more dire did know.
On walked he there through
Fighting, grasping for hope.
Where men to dust renew
Cutting off life’s thin rope.
Blinded by the sun,
Not a why, but this
Sight so bent, undone,
Closed were they to bliss.
Striding still to doom,
Heavy, hungry he hauled.
Halted there at noon,
An awful voice had called.
Breaking storm’s fierce breath,
Sand to glass did turn.
Staving off man’s death,
Released from chthonic burn.
Hiding his face cloaked,
Mouth alone perceived.
Words came not, I choked.
a Man so long deceived.
The voice, it flowed again to him,
Like water, now a surge within.
Not one voice crying out minute,
The voices of sages resolute.
The whole of earth did catechize,
Resonant in crystal skies.
Through one lone wanderer dauntless,
Through Him the kingdoms do confess.
The voice on fire did dissipate.
The Man alone did wait his fate,
For judgment now he saw to come,
Forgotten to him the rising sun.
Thought
Not broken.
Sound
Unheard.
Sand he took and raised
Red in hand, coarse rock.
Now his eyes I saw.
Rage or bite unseen.
Sorrow outpour’d instead.
The Sand, the Man, but none.
The Sand, the Man, was dread.
The Sand, the Man, were one.
Dust did tumble down.
Sola terra, solus ego.
None remained beheld,
Scattered, shaken, blown.
“Arcadia! Arcadia!
Where have you gone, Arcadia?
Have I seen fear in dust too late?
Did I, a fool, myself sedate?”
Someone showed me fear
In a handful of dust.
Words they are so near,
Tremble there, you must.