The Sands (a Mayan-Egyptian tribute)

A tid of gravel, the sands of which the
salts of the aggression of man hath touched
as many times as hath the blood also. . .

Take these sands and simple spirits
whisper lost, memories lost,
sweet the sands so swift the cost.
Hot the lands in blazed appearance,
praise the unseen deity,
days unnumbered to the joist.

So sweet the sands, memories lost
so long enriched, (by blood enriched).
Strong the hand and vile the pitches
in horrid bands the crowds accost.
Un-shroud the veil upon the skies
though shroud the pharaoh and his riches.

Strong live the kings forever on,
toe to temple, to the temple,
sacred man brave and humbled,
golden bands and treasures gone.
Empty pleasures, empty chest
countless measures, sepulchres tumbled.

Sacred temples line the starred night
and future thoughts, no kindly thought.
Bound, these simple answers taught
to guide these souls to boundless height.
And soundless where their temples village
these spirits, without and pure of thought.
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