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#summeringaway
. The waves spilled the rising tide back into the scattered footprints  in the sand deeply entrenched in life’s mystery, receding into every breaking wave A stiff sea breeze put back every grain of sand, elements of a larger object gathers, gravity firmed, into the silent shoreline chasms— a beheld essence washed out to sea by the fugitive tides and retreating sea-foam Soon all trodden traces visibly vanish; unmarked mileposts on a metaphysical pathway slip away back to a windswept shoreline and elapsing summer tide Seabirds glide in slow-motion, held sway into the shapeless gusts — as if feathered puppets hovering, hanging from the rafters of the burgeoning orange sky There's an uncommon peace in the renaissance; effervescent crisp ocean air filling the indefinable emptiness marooned within each heartbeat’s echo Each new breath inhaled,  disappearing within the unhealed hollow of every thing once believed; fully aware this life is unholdable as time, yet feeling many things deeply retained     in each passing moment— slipping away like a handful of sand sifting through all these hands once held Presence becoming wreathed in a miasma of stillness, space that levitates like an unpredictable fog that seeps into the gnawing voids of an unsated hunger harlon rivers  ...  August 1st,  2018
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
a fistful of sand