Brilliant light blinds my eyes

The sun beats down on my wet face

I see naught else, but feel the sand

My lungs retain an ocean-trace

And the wind blows down from a higher place

Convulsing, sick, one-armed, I rise

I see the earth, yet moist from the midnight tide,

And the wind blows down from a higher place

Looking back, I see the sea, turbulent and deep

I’m sitting now, curled like a child

The earth is firm, and so I weep

But the wind calls down from a higher place

Beyond this shore, I see a waste

I have not seen this land before

And the wind blows down from a higher place

Rising to stand, my body, warlike, sings

Dry winds make me forget the sea

Now I will find the wasteland’s springs

And join the wind in a higher place

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