Excerpt from Yawning on the Sands

Excerpt from Yawning on the Sands

What comfort came next in form’s betrayal

was known as merged.

Beast without burden

laid down

watched over waves

– figures afraid of sleep

turned back to streets

to factory

to see future emerge

broken from mold

from origins disposed.

Destruction post-supposes structure.

* * *

No sandcastles could be built

without daydreams

but perhaps a daydream is “cousin to tears”

            (Velimir Klebnikov)

which serve only to sting and wash away

what was made

to give fantasy home

on beach day


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