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I doubt any of my school chums
have THIS MUCH SAND
I imagine I could build
a city out of it
if I had the time
or maybe a tropical island hideaway
if the ocean decided to finally
arrive
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I remember when the ocean wasn't out there
at the end of the sand
or maybe I didn't notice it
I notice it now
and it calls to me
the sand has its appeal
but vastness and mystery
well …
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sometimes I wonder if there ever was
a strip of sand to walk on
at the end of the ocean
I'm sure my memory is clear
I wasn't born here at sea
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the horizon is thrilling now
for something pierces it
something familiar
something safe
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there is sand everywhere
but still the ocean attacks
as though it plans to recapture me
I retreat from the greedy hands of the water
as they grasp at me
I hear the ocean cursing at me
for what, I cannot say
and it's accusations are but whispers
as it retreats to regroup its assault
I know I'm safe now
surrounded by sand
far from the sea I once foolishly
breached
I wonder why I would ever enter
such a dangerous place
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the sand surrounds me but there is
little room
I stare out
just looking
something was out there once
I know that
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the space is small and confining
me and a small bit of sand
nowhere to go
no reason to be
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I once had school chums
I wonder ...
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