What happened to him
on the desert plate
of glaring white,
under steep, soft blue,
when heaven sagged,
seeping purple-brown heat;
clouds and ocean
wound around his face,
and the horizon convulsed
and constricted in welts,
and gathered and bound
his groundless feet,
and he slid from the world
unseeing, unseen,
heavy and blind,
a dark, silver drop?