Changing Form

August 3, 2008
I was the golden sand
Stretching forever
An artist's canvas to be
Disturbed never
Until the tender pressure of
Human feet
Left prints upon my beauty
Blemished deep
I remained empty space until
High tide
Brought blue spectrums of waves
Occupying inside
Quiet hollowness of raging rhythms
Engulfed me
Until waves fell away
Liquefied possibilities
Foaming white hands contort my
Shapeless form
Wiping past steps into water
Calm, warm
Once again, I'm golden sand
Completely shapeless
Waiting for the infinite moment
I vanish

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