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Sand Castles
He wanted, no needed
To know
How it came
About
That he had built
His faith, his life
His love
Upon the sand
The vicissitudes
Of the tide
Implacable and constant
Washed away
His efforts
And still he strived
Sand everywhere
Spilling out
Gritting the ground
But not
Providing surety
Constancy
Or
Hope
A hand imprisoned
Against bare flesh
Warm and salty
Like but not like
The ocean
Eyes
Cerulean
Containing depths
Of
Desire
That's when
He finally
Understood
Where the sand
Had
Been leading him
All these years…
This poem is the sole creative property of the author, the inferences drawn are at the discretion of the reader…