Desert Sands

The voice of the master
As he mastered his awareness of himself
Was silent and still.
Sleeping under open skies where will
Matches brain trackings to molecular structures
Not yet configured.
He figured
Upon the unspoken horizons.
Azure in the desert sun
Tiny grains of sand bury whole forgotten cities
From before life here had begun
To live the way it does now.
Ancestors calling with vanquished bones,
They cannot return, the earth will not feed them.
For they have forgotten how
To ask.