the graininess of words
lost in the beach sand facing us,
from the low to high tides
of living our lives,
between resume and eulogy.
this was a mountain of comprehension
birthed into grains of sand,
now humanized on the beaches of reality.
the phasing amongst us in the basking,
the currents of wind and water in passing,
and the ocean rolls by and back,
as our emotional demands for intimacy.
the wind, itself is of hearsay and heresy.
the want for loved to be
from beyond what is in the wash offered.
and the sky has verbally disclosed
our want of being
to be more than self granulized,
more than the glistening
of what is said reflected,
or the swoon of viscosity
as closeness pervades.
to express more the joy of self lost within,
from mountain refrains done
as remembering.
where we were of oneness
and are, but not in this now of aliveness.
is this what I want out
of words as sand's surface?
life is a beach,
until breakdown is my breakthrough.
and the collective of dignity of being
is namelessly ongoing? . . .
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