I passed by fancy Beach homes and dreamt of being Some rich man's bedspread
The History: I watched the mcmansions pass, the beach waving in between. Daydream tides carried me on to fanciful things and being worth something to some driven man. hmm.
we rise from the nests of our joined ashes again and again - lovers and friends wondering if change is possible when change is all that we are - bodies of re-creation built to be rebuilt in dusty increments
At times, I find myself tearing my fibers apart. Picking out one neuron from another, and wrecking myself from within. To find, the next morning, I have been built once more. This time, just differently.
I built a Greek column A Tuscan column to be precise It's about three floors in height
I used materials I didn't know I owned Shimmering and glistening small white oval pebbles Flat and fat ones Sand, best of its kind Limestone with all its magical properties And Nautilus shells from the beaches of Callao.
I wish I have built it for looks only But I did it for me It fits well between my neck and naval line For when my earthquakes threaten my core