BARREN Like a depression on the land surface From sand lost to the turbulent air across The ocean; like the droughts of the desert Soil that is stripped to its brace By storms; like a sculpture, the faces made Of sand ripples by relentless wind current; Like a tired mountain that retreats uphill from The weathering brought by downstream cascade; Like the irony of a lapse of memory and Habitual abstemiousness; like the rivalry Between the sun and the moon - the one Silenced by the presence of the other; like the hand That takes whose abysmal ignorance gives birth To perpetual destitution; like a once lustered Metal that is now tarnished by the chemistry in air And water; like the unavailing essay to girth An angry water as it floods; like a begotten Aberration that accompanies aloneness; like the Mind that is lacking a dose of reason; the Giant sleeps because he has forgotten.