in the hesitant rupture of mind
comes the fragrance of centuries
that lay dormant steady and expressed
flickering wisps of flame

an island of desert
shipwrecked upon
by the lost whom transcend
out of kismet

folding back in tranquility
and releasing the aroma
the sensibility
in fractured time

so simply understated
a vagueness of uncertain demands
quieted by beauty's entrance
shaken out of the ashes