Wind-drawn sand-swept
                     low line, heavy over-hanging tumble-grey air

Hard hair bone and muscle      postcard banality
                   wonder full

Full of wonder sitting astride with magical incantations, the name of the beast itself, intoning too its cry in its power over the silent plodding to an impossible horizon, he

full of wonder sits under a gaze that is dreaming its immensity

her immensity fascinated in a trepidation swept under steel sand-blown air.