Milestones of burned feet
Over scorching sand—
The tan lines of my beliefs
Left by the bathing suit
Of the worlds’ lies—
I rushed towards the ocean,
The cool, crushing weight
Of the love that ground
The rocks of falsity
To a meaningless shore.
How beautiful it is
That the waves still brush
Over them, faithful,
Forever trying to redeem
And reclaim all that had
To be ground to humbleness.