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.

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