Oh vast and empty stretch of time, where wind carves truth in ancient stone, take me in, make me weightless, strip me down to dust and bone.

Bury my name in the whispering sage, let the sun burn clean my mind, hold me in your silent hand, till nothing of the world remains behind.

If only for a single day, consume me whole, erase my form, leave only spirit in the sand, to rise anew, untwisted, warm.

By dusk, release me from your grasp, but leave the echoes, raw and clear, so when I wake, I’ll know the shape of what still lingers, far or near.