the beach

I am here

for now

is when I am carried by the salty air

as it rolls across the crests

of ocean waves that draw me near

sunshine clear

and used cigarette butts feeling used

between pure

white quartz crystal

my toes sink into the shores I call my home

we are all alone

continuously eroding our clock

as our futures arrive at different speeds

do you see the shimmer of your death bobbing on the horizon?

swim to it as slow as you can

or be yanked by the sea of comfort

and drown in bushwackers, oxybenzone and plastic waterbottles

C-R-E-A-T-E

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