Desert sand fills my senses and obscures my contours;
the familiar shadows of my veiled vines and veins.

The consuming storm builds, casting me with the inevitable breeze;
blindly toward revelation.

Decided cliffs, deviating trails, and trying boundaries;
mazes marking dreams and mares.

The manifest pyramid ordains this muddied horizon;
emanating certainly before this playing chaos.

Defending promise from within, winged guards utter as I engage;
“Reclaim this abundance you have instructed us to bear.”

Thus reminded of my paradox, my transient epiphany;
resurrection is my salvation, remediation is my immortality.