Many thousands Of millions of light years away Stands the Desert Where the Sands of Time Are blown about in dunes, Small ones, big ones Mountainous ones. Soft, curves, stripes.... In Unthinkable patterns. The Winds of Change keep on The designs are altered, mindlessly, aimlessly, Brainlessly! Once in a while, A Man comes along, A Real One. Who has built real Castles out of imagined air. And He builds, Out of the pliant sand, Out of the wasted barrenness Out of the Sea of Death. Defying the Winds. The 'Divine' Winds. Devised by the Sand's Minions. He builds on Undeterred by the Wind Unfettered by the Sand. A City grows Into a nation Into a World Into Life. Rain rains where it has never rained before. Before long, the Minions Take over. Make "money" "Come see the wonderland in The Desert" "The holiday of a lifetime" "A Tourists' Paradise" The advertisers rave. And the money rolls in. And ethics morals humanity All roll out. Life finally rolls out. The City, nation lives on Life replaced by "money" He leaves Not saddened Not deterred Not troubled. He goes on. On in search of new horizons New Cities, new nations, New Life to find to found.