Sossusvlei Convergence

Clay marble statues
Omnipresent in lost sands
Dare-devils in the weeds of turmoiled distracted grass
There are no penitentiaries in the womb of science
That does not meet exacting standards of obedience
And regret from the neglect of partial resonances
And informed disciplines that meet solitary confinement
Under weights of lost journeys in missing journals
Like stairs under wells hidden by transparency
And oblique like a moon in halting specifics
The star that leads the motion
Of harvesting tulips and flailing spinning mementos
Are kept for ships
Ships that glide smoothly over the sands
Of retreat and solid empathy
Too scolded to reenter the morbid
Cost of settled indifference
Do not come near
Do not come see
Statutes that do not marry
Your true nature with the matter of the grace
Kept to restore your stolen pride
Frozen in the ashes of the cosmological tribe