On the shore

Upon forgetting
I scrambled
Left all things behind
To gather nothing
Not branches, not twine

Drove to the edges
To see what
Objects like driftwood
Piled carelessly
No nesting for good

After some time passed
I sunk in
Sand is forgiving
No structure as home
To define living

You can burn-up there
Disappear
To live fearlessly
Not always to roam
Mine was nearest me

Where particles mate
Assembled broken
To create new shapes
Leaving things spoken
To answer themselves
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8.10.11