Dangling over those pits of desire,
eyes like red coals and body on fire

do you think you'll ever get there to
the other side or is the chasm that you
opened just a bit too wide?

and if it is what will you do
who will you cry to?

***?
On the last day
when you put the last sea shell
to your ear
the only thing that you will hear
are the grains of sand.