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Drifting

Have you ever been the dune
The body that’s formed when the silicates dance
All separate parts becoming one until it is structure

There is definition in its design
sloping up to the sky where it can kiss the God that created it 


     “I have purpose it says
      I block the waters from flooding the lands and stealing their nutrients
      I am the protector, the barrier to erosion”

It even thinks it has a sort of sentience
Some would call it a soul
Well at least that is what it would like to believe

Then the wind comes
breaking the bonds holding it together,
it now lives in the drift
grains passing one another trying to congeal once again
their destiny unknown.
Shattered by something that can’t be seen,
it loses direction,
its purpose now a mystery ruled by the elements
blinded in its journey as it blinds those it touches
 
Realization dawns
     “I am only sand, molecules of unborn
     swept in uncontrolled motion
     lost in the barren plains”
 
Some of it is captured in a glass prisons
by the obsessive ones needing to measure time
ironic really considering it is trapped within itself in forced form

Others are mere templates for footprints
of those who walk hand in hand
mocking it to remember when it was joined
as the dune