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The pill box whispered in my ear...

In the hollow dark

The tide thumps twice a day

The beat of my heart

And the breath moving

Through the cracks

That have opened in the fabric of my being


The Ocean lends me life

While she smooths my bricks

Washes and carries

Particles of my concrete and clay

Suspended flying in salt water and mixing

With the sand she has teased from the cliffs


What was once my foundation

Becomes hers

Holds her up

As this whole place will soon enough

Metres lost to her caress


What was once remodelled

By human design

Into structure

Seemingly solid

Is taken back.


From dust and water I was made

To dust and water I return again


The only marker

Is time.



 
 
 

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