To walk in deep, soft, dry sand
Is to make slow progress
Although of course it gifts you time
To trace back through previous footsteps
There was a moment, back there
When I had to turn around both ways
To pull me out of the stupor
But where did I go to find such nothingness
Yes, I was nowhere with no one
I wasn’t even with myself
Such was the separation from this realm
Of time, and life, and lovers ever after
