We see and stand as though entranced
The brightest vision along the shore.
Right through the fiery furnace
Across the dunes of time,
Beyond the cathedral:
A place sublime.
Slowly falling,
Sinking,
Grating,
Numerous
Beads of glass.
The age of glory fallen
New things come to pass.
The sands of time are falling
Into the bottomless pit. Behold!
They come now shifting: tiny bits of grit.
Poet鈥檚 note: Although filled with symbolism and seeming meaning, this poem is totally nonsense. It represents nothing, it foretells nothing. It is simply a very spacial poem that I wrote for school on March 19th, 2007.