i was not meant for human lands
i was meant for the endless sands
where the dust whips dry and
full of grit across your eyes
and into your nose
and makes you the dust
and you whip through the land as a devil
overturning carriages and carrying tumbleweeds
along to your destination

into the clouds where onion domes
and minarets and steeples and pyramids
are all made out of
vapor a hundred miles tall
and every cloud looks
like it's the size of a bed
but is actually an entire continent
with its own system of caves beneath
and perhaps a watershed as well

the buildings there are timeless
in that they have no time
in which to exist
but only to be constructed and deconstructed
in the same moment that they are
also lived in for a thousand years
enough time for institutions to crumble and be rebuilt
enough time for a hundred million neighbors to lean from their windows and hang their laundry on the line suspended in the air whle shouting at one another that there will be time enough for another to use the clothesline because it takes no time at all as everything does

this is The MarshMallow Haven
where the people are noT
visible from a distance and are the same color
and material
as the land itself
and where the mouth of an ancient beast looms over the city
his fangs home to ten million citizens
and incorporated into
the bazaar which sells countless foods that are all
made of the same thing as the people
who are quite delicious