Fingers crawl like vines around me

circling the world I know.

Hands like mountains,

tumbling around

onto the ground below.

My wrist, 

it stands among the grains

of sand, dust, and crystals or salt

The salt it burns my eyes.

Bubbling up tears

The waves they never show

Knuckles cracking all the same

The world.

The world they do not know

Straight to arms and disheveled feet

I am knocking on the ground

a home, it stands

upon crumpled dirt

where no one makes a sound.

Hands intertwine, wondering why

it takes everything or nothing 

to travel here.

Ruins of salt, pillars of sand

The Crystal Reverie.