It gathers like a wind's beautiful gusts.
Nothing blossomed from everything.


I look to the left to see my right shoulder.
I can see the sky rushing beautiful waves
on the sandy shorelines of my heaven.
Above rests the ocean's clouded breath,
hiding the night sun from the sky's gleam.


My world has turned upside down, back
to front, and is still turning, like a sundial
that erodes time.