I crave reason,
To the very essence of my being.
I clench my fists,
Into its drifting majestic dunes
And hold countless morsels aloft.
Above my head,
I raise my arm victorious.
I float in the ether,
Its timeless note drowning my tears
And as I sink I begin to choke.
That my hand will stay above its searching tentacles,
Only for them to prize my fingers apart,
With infinite ease.
Oh, to redeem one tiny grain to timeless existence.
[Redeem – to deliver from sin and its consequences by means of a sacrifice offered for the sinner.]