I stood there alone
As I pondered the sun.
I had wandered since gloam,
Traces of life I saw none.
I was lost in the sand,
My body was dirty and smelly;
“Lone and level”, by damn,
Was the scene, as would say Shelley.
I shouldn’t have gone on this trip;
I’d be better off home.
I hated the sand and its grit,
But lost, I continued to roam.
At length, I discovered some shade,
An oasis and system of caves.
I sat me down there to wait
And gazed at the pond and the waves.
I fancied I saw in that pool
A vista of planets and stars,
A whole galaxy, and nebulae too,
And centaurs and globules and quasars.
I fell from the hot desert clime
Into that abyss of icy infinity.
Where the stardust twisted like vine
Amidst lights that danced like divinity.
I fell like a rock into space
And sometimes I believe I fall still.
For I am only a body displaced,
And I go where the Universe will.
So, as usual, there’s a lot of Lovecraftian Cosmicism in this. I did do something I’ve been wanting to try for a while in this poem, though. You’ll notice it’s in a typical ABAB rhyme scheme, but all the “As” are not rhymes but rather assonances. They don’t end on the same sound, but they contain similar sounds.