We have been wandering.
Sneaking peeks at a past we 
Believed we could have had.
Through graffitied concrete walls we try
To glimpse into gaps, picking at
Loose mortar to open the cracks.
What can we find?
An expected jewel that may
Work to recover forgotten
Visions? All striving for our
Former glory--these have passed
To the exclusion of learned
Vanities.  That the passing time
Is fragile, reflecting how long
We've attempted to conjure
The heights from which we
See that we stand above
All perishable creation.
What questions should be asked?
Where is our resting place?
When should our striving be
Crowned? Then, we find
All our eyes have been searching
not for surety, but that
We continue to move. Our
Tired journeys find their aim
In a series of departures from
Our own gain.

Open up the walls with the sound of stark
Sublimity. Just when the space fills in, and the
One thing seen--a most solitary place--
Is cast behind, does the mind race and
Soak in all places where one can be and
All that can surround. Now, wait! Stand there still.
What is pushing back in resistance?
What is softening the space that had been
Steadily stiffening? And what can replace the
Desire for one to simply know that all
Fervency is valued? The cure comes when
Sovereignty is recognized through beauty.
When what can only be felt through an
Overflow of radiance is nearly tangible,
The Presence that is felt, yet unconquered by dust.

Demand distress, no longer satisfied
With comfort empty of cost. There, now with
Quivering tongue hidden from view, cleaved in
Resilient repose—no longer subject
To orderly prose, but leaving silence
Like a chasm, gaping outwards. There was
Once clear structure and intent. Fluid
Machination constructing image and sound—
But, all has been torn beyond the bedrock.
Like the ocean bluff, scoured and dashed by
Moving waters. Distress—what was counted
Too unseemly and frenetic beyond
All comprehension and desire now
Is reckoned as created. A change in
Quality has been imparted. Chaotic
Waters still reside, battering and shaping
All countries beyond recorded boundaries.
I can imagine a definite
Expectation of what days may come. All
Swirling and moving too swift for cognition.
Yet, from the face of this water, renewal
Lies beneath filling stress, satisfying a longing of eternity.