only me
wandering on the plains of earth,
stumbling through the dust of sands and lands
of which some fragments must to me have given birth

i only see
rocks and shells of things which would be seen,
but of the hosts of shifting shapes i feel they are unreal,
and i am the sole thing that moves and in the world alone

i search the folds of rolling rocks
and probe the curls of spiralled shells
but in this world of silent walks
there’s star nor pole where i can dwell

only i
hazes shimmer by my eye
in the unrecorded dawn i see
i am alone and shall be