We Could Be Three

 When, could it, might be
Seconds turning, thirdly
Forces aligned opposite
Candor resigned, found it
Faces together, lips too
Final feather, camel ride
Lawrence saw the sand
For the features, power
Ground the dirt, creatures
All we are, making the
Face of a sphere into
Something square; that's
Not what we do, we
Squiggle and make the
Shadow into a shape,
The sun into a story