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Pink Sand

Because it’s my birthday I thought I’d release something I was keeping for myself. Enjoy.

 

On this red planet,

Alone I stand in the vastness

of this scenery in purgatory.

Alone I stand long,

alone I stand king

of this terrain.

With this, something like a kiss,

the way its skin caresses my toes

as they work its way through

the pink sand;

With this I have reached my peak.

I have reached transcendence.

There are no more epiphanies to be had --

I have reached my goal.

Come to terms with my purpose on Earth,

I have sampled ulterior extracts,

while my earthly self does what it does best.

Still the 'Q' I question existences trifles.

Straying from the path crafted by man's willingness to obey.

Now the 'X' I exploit the fact

time is no longer a burden.

Freedom, like raw diamonds

flows through my fingers,

sweat falls upwards and side to side,

and gravity is now an illusion of memory.

This Roman god of war,

bends freely to my will...

Shifting, moulding and grafting into more

than the Earth could ever behold.

This place is not to share,

not this everlasting pink beach with no ocean,

this is mine

and mine alone –

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aiden-williams
English
Published
Feb 6, 2014
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