And perhaps it becomes apparent - sometime too soon -

that this is the now you wanted, but later.

You had just started soaring through pyramids

too soon

to have your winds cut off this Spring.

And perhaps old Arab tales are wiser than your concocted truths.

You do not lie this time -

You simply wish to mold

an unwashable kabuki face.

But where will you splinter off to this time?

When the leaves that fell have regathered on ancient roots

and the sun has begun to rise higher?

Have you enough weight to lay anchor on this sand

Or will you find peace adrift, once again, under the weightless ocean?

Will those Gates of lapis lazuli reign alone?