orange sand

shape your mind;

with the blessing of

remembrance,

in a world; now – what spins

madly, in ways too hard to touch

for what burns; with eagerness

and might

a quality; you grasp no control of –

yet, this place

is too –

soft to mend,

it slips through

finely meshed cheesecloth,

as all of value;

dissolves,

like water, into

orange desert sand.