Pieces
Of shells washed up on the beach
Within footprints
A hundred facts
Impressed into the sand
People are walking
Carrying their dreams
On their backs
Like mystics
In a caravan from the east
Fragments of atonement fell
Into the well
How might we retrieve them
We come as kings and queens
Like vagrants in disguise
Travelers following
This luminescent guide
Now higher than the human race could reach
Suspended in a moment
What style could still
Within the looking glass
Above the aisles now filled
With vagrants
It was the culprit so elusive
So ephemeral
Held
Fragments of atonement fell
Into the well
How might we retrieve them
Is it so