Sand

I would not close my eyes
in nights among sea clouds,
when white journeymen crash
and mouths close without sound.

I cast my soul out into all
into skies where thunder born
yawns, crashing among us,
and to ragged suns shield our eyes.

Endless sleep weeps out
among our simple sands
and at neck craned mystery
to halo our earth-born head.

Sandy mat of mazed skull
hold and hinder me,
for if I am born again,
it is forever in you.