verify....
        that when
young we assigned
flesh to beach sand
inventing the echoes
of conch shells the
blued eyed skies
defying harsh gritty reality
expressing ....
         that which
young we wished for
on concrete sidewalks
relying on mass consciousness
to make the veil of our life, less
depressing....
         a slight twitch
a euphemism
for seeing and not being ready