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A poem by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend.
Sand to Sand
[a poem by ~Sha'Tara~ ]
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,
so it was, so it is, so all must go.
But that is all so wrong—it's
dirt to dirt, isn't it? Wait, no: more accurately,
sand to sand. Each death, a grain of sand;
each grain of sand, another death.
Sand! Sand that blows in the winds;
collects at the bottom of the seas;
piles up in dunes on endless shores
and the deserts grow apace
from baked ground gaping blindly
as each day another garden dries
and brings more death, creates more
sand: such a healthy, deadly growth.
A desert was made of a world
and not from movement,
but from death—from billions of deaths;
uncounted deaths spanning endless time
and the sands whisper and slither
through sun-baked cracks, worm holes;
fill beetle tracks and crickets' holes.
never needing to ask permission.
A proper home for those destroyed,
are the sands of planet Earth
hissing out awaited revenge
upon the quasi-living knowing naught,
devoid of understanding remaining.
It's as if it was written in a Book
that so it must be, and that, forever.
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but to seek an oasis wherever we go...I say.
~Regis~
A lot to contemplate in this piece!
Lady Vivian
Ron
Revenge,i.e.Now If You Believe In (God) He Is Merciless...
TRASK...
that so it must be, and that, forever.
Thank you,
Janna
Cheers,
Dan
Anna