I slave for hours
On egg white sands
In a ceaseless frenzy
That only knows expand

Time patters against the wind
Urged by the sprawl of stars
Crusading for their precious glimmer
To be free of blemish and scar

I embark with age
Through stationary nights
Swerving only in thought
To evade my inner frights

The certainty of light curves
To accompany my lonely stride
In a unified rite of passage
That ascends my youthful pride

I cherish the gust
Of stagnant relief
For I’ll proclaim conquest
Even if its time is brief