Sea, a single grain of sand
Finding its plural self.
Waves, coming, receding,
Dragging away what was yours,
A lifetime of mine,
Spent being a grain amongst many,
With teeth clenched,
Toes dug in,
Heeled and determined,
Betrayed by the sea and its quick sand.
Holding on,
Alone,
A single grain of sand
On your deep bottomless ocean,
Roaring with memories,
Crawling with dead creatures,
Hanging on,
Waiting for the sea to tire.
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