Went to the beach after a year.
the random jottings that came off it, presented below:
Life at its most ordinary
just some people siting on the shores
tides crest and ebb incessantly
no memory remains only lores
of what consequence is anyone
in the grand majesty of the universe
does it really matter
whatever happens in prose or verse?
Just grains of sand on an infinite beach
Cold winds bite
salty waves burn into the skin
chills spread inward
soon everything passes akin
a child will not speak
and one more will not stay still
some were left to fend for themselves
others have help and they always will
fathes fails his children
a lady fought to keep afloat
she is blamed for the things she didnt know she did
random scatterings of the old
ships over in the yonder
coming or going?
stars above and all around
seeing or ignoring?
Why not just go all the way
swim against the tide
challenge the pull of the moon
merge with eternity
anyway
