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Grains
If ever we should begin
To doubt the vivid truth
Pray that we remain
With feet firm on the soil
Eyes towards the sky
While all mirroring reflections
Vibrate within this inhalation of conscious wonder
As I move towards the desert
Wind across my body
Light across my face
with desire in my mind
And suffering in my heart
Dry grains between my toes
A promise of harmony
Oneness with serenity
Though once was I Ozymandias
King of kings of emptiness
Have I now bequeathed
That forlorn nature
and lifted and carried the cross of my kin
and moved towards our suffering
In full acceptance of nothing
But the grains of sand on my feet
