Cut into Shades

The prize you did aim at,
Pilgrim, you did procure.
Your sights were level, broad,
Low, and your aim was sure.

You wanted a flash flood
In a drought-struck meadow.
You got a level lake,
Shallow but well-shadowed.

You wanted a vastness,
Oceanic in awe.
You got time’s whatever,
Exceeding what you saw.

And you get the picture,
Now, don’t you? From the edge
Of a shield of salt lake,
This world’s water and sedge.

You made so much, it looks
Like something someone made.
You made so much, the want
Cut landscapes into shades.