The shell, its corkscrew daggers raging
Dusts the shelf, waiting
For a gaze to fall upon it
And make it shine.
The sand like bodies falling
Bows its million stars, crystalline
Giving into my weight
Sacrificing itself evermore.
The wind, a flute playing silently
Whips the leaf, scours my eyes
Moving like the ghost does
Nothing, and everything.
The wave, breaking like glass
On blue-green rollers where death lives
Says, come for a swim
Be mine.
The beach, a vast mirage,
mysterious water world
Crashing and clawing at the shore
silently recedes
Answering to no one
It makes its own rules
The way we should.
How do I learn this effortless dance?
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