judgement, poetry

Made Sand

Ocean washed in 

Words stumble around

Dribbling down

Shifting around

This sandy ground

Unbalanced the earth

Because just the toe

Makes a hole

Breaks the soul

Pours out a bowl

Thunder swells smash

Melt mountain and shore

Just like before

Both idol and whore

Bound nevermore

Created forsaken

The softly laid sand

Calm in her hand

Undone to un-stand

While rock and dry land

Dwell behind her

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