The Sand Sculpture

 

Washed away by the tide...

   Etheric now, not here, 

       and swept away. 

  Sands of time, churning about my spiritus feet. 

Feeding up my ankles...

  

  Washing me...

        Away. 

Irreverent, pointless 

   Melded to the body 

Of all things and no-things mine. 

  A disassociation of trust 

Netted by  

   A nervous system, data entry, 

 "Alleged apathy". 

   Yet haywire underneath, 

Circuits frazzling about 

  And disassociation 

All I have left. 

  So it swept me up...

And I disintegrated, 

  One sand particle at a time.