___I am sand___ _- drifting formlessly, settling briefly;
dusting edges traced clean by housekeeping’s judicious forefinger._
___I am sand___ _- black with iron and ****** wrath;
shattering glassily against a wine-stained ceiling._
___I am sand___ _- my trespasses turned to pearl;
rippled and flurrying, wedged between sandal-clad toes._
___I am sand___ _- porous with desire yet disarmed by possibility;
a fortress on the brink of invasion by the sea._
___I am sand___ _- recalled to the desert, claggy with melancholy;
a loping caravan of travail, westward bound._
___I am sand___ _- measureless and infinitely uncontainable;
sifting from hour to hour...and life to life._
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC
___I am sand___ _- drifting formlessly, settling briefly;
dusting edges traced clean by housekeeping’s judicious forefinger._
___I am sand___ _- black with iron and ****** wrath;
shattering glassily against a wine-stained ceiling._
___I am sand___ _- my trespasses turned to pearl;
rippled and flurrying, wedged between sandal-clad toes._
___I am sand___ _- porous with desire yet disarmed by possibility;
a fortress on the brink of invasion by the sea._
___I am sand___ _- recalled to the desert, claggy with melancholy;
a loping caravan of travail, westward bound._
___I am sand___ _- measureless and infinitely uncontainable;
sifting from hour to hour...and life to life._
‘While he mused on the effect of the flowing sands, he was seized from time to time by hallucinations in which he himself began to move with the flow.’
- Kōbō Abe
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