Gregory A. Kompes

Ideas through space
Shifting sublime
We move the world
By grains, through time.

One moment, dunes,
Sandscapes created.
Shift one spot,
Another, eliminated.

What´s left? Now right
At center, above,
Forward, below,
Beyond, true love.

We sift, we shovel
Lift, move;
Shuttle, accept,
Discard, remove.

Add heat, pressure,
Some light and some time.
Desire, empathy,
Maybe some rhyme.

Realization: It´s our
Never ending quest.
We must move mountains
Before we rest.