I stand I sink - in dry in waste
Bones bent backward, limbs displaced
Gazing upward I make haste
Choosing you instead
I dream I think - in time in space
Ground gone ghostly, steps retraced
Round this desert berth I pace
Dust within the tread
I stare I blink - in eyes in face
Stone split scattered, receiving grace
Give me fight & fingers laced
Give to me my bread