SAND

SAND

on my travels
came across
gospels
written on
papyrus
parchment
bound in leather

likewise
uncovered many
a tremendous coat of
living lucid colours
woven by
a mind-altered specialist
and anarchist
of no little renown

sat with all
of this a while
under a palm tree
the Sun setting

the Moon emerging
to add cosmic balance
niggling me, suggesting
that I place
ourageous bets
against the persistence
of light and
recurrence of day

to get
in quick and
win big big

before all
did crumble, everything
stayed dark, became
rule
of night

and desert, sensing
the time was ripe
reduced
    these words to sand