Not only heaven fell to shore
When stumbled I on milky ore,
Long since the ocean, waves unfurled,
On shore laid thin her shawl to world,
And mountain, move’d far inland,
Swayed his self to shore as sand.
I stayed here, our world’s torn seam,
One man of men, looking within.
Photo Credit Harold Davis
ahorsealone 
Is this a glimpse at a personal experience or an artist’s construction of what it might feel like?
Unfortunately its just lyrical masonry at this point.