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Castles

At the beginning again
waves form and wash over me
collapsing to wash it all away.
Left standing, dazed in the brilliance of sunlight,
wondering who i am in this baptism.
Waves seem to care nothing for the pathetic shell i have constructed
with desperate effort to conceal
my fears, stories, lies and imaginings.
Mother inexorably washes o’er me.


Budding architectural genius
in saggy Hawaiian-print shorts
dilligently builds his castle.
Oblivious to the the waves creeping closer,
he shovels and pats the sand.

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