as I wander by the sea footsteps filling gaps once there- no longer- other footsteps fade like stories - storyteller I become as I draw nearer and nearer and yet never in its grasp it merely sweeps my soles with awe like a lover without solace going on about beneath the many suns of time and I drift further in the wake of dawn as to watch bone turn into sand
to fill the void of lined up steps i walk again to never turn my eyes towards the longing limbs of foam