artist's best Illusion

I stumbled like an ant, through
Blood red sand.

it was in my shoes when the
soles wore through -
now it's in my
feet, as they wear too.

Toward a fountain of being,
eons away; but
closer than i could ever say.

The dust under my
eyelids isn't why I cry.
It's so I can taste a tear,
and Be, before I die.