And when I woke
Touched onto the asphalt and shuttled from
Port through snow-dusted mountain pass
And the bold light of day was being encased in the satin of night
I caught a sunspot through glass and saw clouds dancing in meandering pathways-
Strange gaseous dunes of crystalline perfection sketching
A great silica sea twisting above my head
Warm and orange contrasted against the light low blue atop the horizon
And, yes, it-
-Danced or sifted or twisted or just moved magically
Vaulting far over me
All of these markings of metal and mosaic: railways and highways and cell towers
They were of a mirror made in vain for permanence against the very changing glory that moves its opposite
So far and unreachable to taunt our feeble attempts
And as the illusion ran me through I felt a spinning vertigo
For I could’ve sworn I was a diver hurtling head-up to those rolling dunes
Toward their mutable truth and away from this concrete falseness