Shapes of the sand make a memory.
To gleam and be wallowed;
So cold kept the night,
to it's bitterest edge.

Shut the entry to swallow
These hesitant gasps.
Knows my surprise
When its seen in the evenings light.

Infinite gesture to
Keep me stirred.
Cook me ripe,
The choicest tender.
Serve the mind and leave the bones.

To that rupture I lay stricken.
Cast no more than alone.
My fragile notion breached.