The sand grain witness


Seeking the darkness in the light ❤ 🙏

Lance Sheridan

The sand. the sand grain desert sand. a wind sweeps along
an arid earth, takes it in its mouth to satisfy its desire for

moisture. with blinded eyes, it seeks the darkness in the
light. it moves in a circular motion, walks sideways to

feel its shadow; losing itself on the crest of a dune, the
shadow in the depth of a sea; so drowns the moisture;

a prophet man sows the sand, reaps the grain; under the
silence of the sun. he breathes the rain, brushes his hand

along the desert texture, his fingers paint his face. he does
not seek the false truth. speaks with a languid artesian well

voice. he eats the night air, he is not afraid. crosses a barren
land like a child’s pull toy; the heat fill his sandals with cold

from desolation; his soul dangles from a watch chain; the
timepiece glass cracks…

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