Billowing proud gusts
Bar my footsteps from home
At the sheer magnitude
Of their broad apocalypse
The enormous swoop
Unsheathes the quiet sand

Through the unrest I wade
Confined to my faithful path
Cleaving the whirl
That dashes on
Obscured by the sprawled reaches of dust

I cherish the crude bounty
Of roving devastation
Soaked by the rugged misery
Braced for its merciless flogging

A calm unfolds
And hardship tapers off
Leaving me to ponder
Lost in conquered desolation

Fated to Conceive
Destined to conspire
The foulest demise
That surely could have been