These sands
Loud laughter
Echoes to the shallowness of their blissful soul
Bouncing back and forth and in high frequency
My own puddle ripples 188,000 times
I have written 188,000 times of my spirit
Her influence
Searching for depth of my deep puddle encompassing
Men’s entirety in a single step down
Who refract and crack into my arid shack
Dampening hindrance of my cot and folding desk
My lantern flickering and creaking
I upon my log chair where I ponder
Life’s waves crashing down upon my paradise beach
Sands where I will stay for all of time
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