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The sand and our disturbances

The sand and our disturbances 

Tracing the soft, almost tender ridges in the sand 

They beg me to wonder…

Somewhere at the beginning of time 

Was the sand ever still?

Still without ridges

Without the susurrations of wind 

Unsettling it  

Without the human weight 

Moulding it into soft crests 

Before it shifted with time and displacement 

Was it ever unmoving, 

The closest experience we can ever get to a standstill 

When time doesn’t seem to pass? 

A time 

Where I can watch with my eye upturned 

To an unwavering sun

On an unwavering country 

In an unwavering world 

An omnipresent assurance 

That in a time before human sin,

Before human tarnish 

We would remain just like that

Not perfect

But still 

Not silent 

But at a point of tranquility 

A time 

Will we intertwine our visions

Like the fading autumn leaves,

When gone…when dead

Is the beauty of nature

A time

Will we wander?

But lost means nothing without the distillation of time…

A time

Will we matter?

But to matter…

…To matter is to be the first to bring life to the sand. 

Will you point out the way that I have to force the air out

Swift and hard,

Just to make a dent? 

Will you ridicule the way 

I crouch there at the edge

Desperate to stir the sand

As you manipulate it into eddies

That I blink away

only to be blinded by them again?

Will you laugh at me 

Like all my effort is a joke?

The sand 

And your disturbances.

Enough

I finally understand what you mean by

The

Cold.

The way it creeps in

And takes root

Not just in your skin

But in your mind

The cold.

You feel it because you’re alone,

Without anyone to warm you,

Warmth triumphs the cold

Or maybe

You just forget it’s there.

Because…

In the warmth you feel

Like

Someone loves you

Enough… Enough that you

never

feel alone

Destroyer

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You say we’re both too strong to let go

You say it takes courage to hold on

Will. Strength. Courage.

That’s all there is left..

Because hope is too abstract for you to grasp

To comprehend

To capture

As the wind that pushes you on

And on.

As the wind that can only make you strong

Ever stronger

Until the only thing you can do

is destroy.

Tempus, Temporis

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Line after line,

The hands trace the protected,

glass smooth,

glass distant,

face

with a ghostlike murmuring of

a

touch.

You cannot see the ginger ripples that it etches

into

the

surface…

You cannot see the tentative movements laid

bare in each omnipresent tick…

But you can feel how the light changes,

The steady, familiar outreach of

Light…dark

Light…dark

Matching the rhythms beating beneath those hands.

Its constancy, a clever guise

for something that can bound so easily beyond the reach

of your

outstretched

hands.

For something that brushes by-

Even in the sunken depths

of

your

dreams

Overhual

A crack,

A tiny,

Tiny

Crack.

Insignificant

To anyone

But

You.

You aren’t supposed to break,

The wat

Diamonds

Aren’t meant

To break.

The way we are told

Warriors

Aren’t meant

To break.

You pull yourself apart

You tear through every fibre

To find

To search

To fix

That crack

Of imperfection.

So you’ll again

Be

Perfection.

But you find a crack everywhere

You

Look

Everywhere

You

Cower

Everywhere

You

Hide.

Cracks

You

Hide

From.

Because

Diamonds aren’t meant to break

Are they?

Break

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Your voices break

The

Surface

Of the life I have loved

Of the life I have lived

Blaming,

Shouting,

Yelling,

Punching,

Like dirt staining a pristine sky,

A sky dirt shouldn’t even reach.

I tried to capture it

I tried to tell you to stop,

But my tears fell on barren

Forgotten

Land.

The voices were my fault

You

Said.

If only I had never asked.

If only I had never spoken.

If only,

If only

IF ONLY

You said you’ll die because of me.

You said the voices were my fault,

I should never have spoken.

Your tears are mine to regret.

Voices break the surface,

It shall never mend again.

Mirage

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Ties like delicate threads,

They dance out of your fingertips

They

Pull

You

Closer,

Closer,

Closer,

To that cloud that

Always

Wavers

Out of your touch

It’s so close-

So close from leaving

Your line

Of

Sight.

Even though you chase it,

Day after day

After day.

After day.

Even though your refuse

To

Let

Go

Of your breaking strings,

Even though you pursued it,

Like a child,

Like a family in denial.

Even though they tell you

To

Let

Go

Before you

Get

Left

Behind.

Even though they

Tell you

Of the

Pain

You’ll

Feel.

Even though it’s just a mirage

Just a mirage

Just a mirage

Just a mirage

Even though.

Even then.

Even now.

You

You look to the sky,

The sun glaring in

Your

Eyes.

It knows you better

Than anyone else

On this

Godforsaken

Planet.

Its light reaches further.

Stronger,

Than any faltering light

That has ever tried to reach you.

It sears your eyes

With its burning contact.

Its light is branding.

It know when you are tired

It felts the smudges of a sleepless black

From your mind’s eyes.

It knows that there is no happiness

In the reaches of your lips

Because it warms them with

Its

Gentle

Kiss

Warms them into joy

And happiness

And even as its light fades,

Even as you watch it steadily drift away,

You know that it is still there

Just beyond

Your

Sight

Watching over you.

And you know

You

Are

Not

Alone.

Existing

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Do I exist?

Or am I barely a breeze

And every time I wake up,

With my eyes closed

I wish to never have to open them

Again

I hope you will forget I am here

So I can disappear

And you won’t try and find me

I want to stay lost forever

And never pass by the same tree

Or the same stone

At every step I want to know something

different

Something that is not as repetitive

As

Living

I wish to watch time dancing before my eyes

Unable to save me

I want to sink like a tone

With all the waves in the oceans

Pummelling into me

Without anyone to save me

Because

Even I don’t want to save myself

I want to pass by you

Barely a breeze

And I won’t think of you

As I sit with my feet sawing with the breeze

I’ll seek refuge

And

Solitude

In the clouds

High above your head

That always hang above your reach

And there

I will never

Have to open

My

Eyes

Again

I am free

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Here I have danced

Like the snow

Tiny bits blown by

The

Wind

Here I have wandered

Toe after heal

Heal after toe

Like a bird on a wire

Except,

Instead of flying off

I fall

Here I have sung

Story after story

My tears falling to unsympathetic hands

Raining

Painting arid desert

Like a monsoon

Here I have listened

I am here

I am here

But you don’t

Hear

Me

You can’t

Hear

Me

I’m listening like an owl watches betond

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I am the snow that is

Cold

I am the bird that is

Free

I am the test that is

Ignored

I am the owl that is

Watching

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I melt like a snowflake

I fly like a bird

I drown like the rain

I listen

Again and again

I am free

Here I have danced

Collecting the stars

Yet I am still scattered

Beyond

Every whisper of the universe

I am free

I am free

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