Sand (poem)
I don't think it's quite enough or finished, but it hasn't gone anywhere for several days, so I think I'm going to leave it be. Later, if I come up with more, I'll just add it like a part two. Sand An endless beach of minute stones hardened and capable of inciting groans each one unique and drowning by the sea all become uniform sharing the same folly you take the gritty sand of me and refine to create a window through which to see when they look through me it's you they see you they see, you not me their reflection in the glass their true desire as a purer class strength fogged by fetid human breath but continuing as greater within the depths a clean creation of clear beauty designed to display but not crudely routinely shattered but never lost remade with remembrance of the cost you take the gritty sand of me and refine to create a window through which to see when they look through me it's you they see you they see, you not me.