Shattered blocks of salt and such,
where a summer coil wrapped itself around my legs.
While friends play on the beach, and I was
stunted on the floor. The sand and I,
we merged and I am the beach. 
They play on me and dance, “Fire!”
is sung. And I sang a salty song,
where the moon rose, and I rose.
They were asleep, and stayed. 

         I crept and took them, they followed willingly.
         Now I am the beach, and they float in the ocean. 
         We can dance and sing forever this way.