The Essence of my Being

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.

I pray,
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.]

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