chiaroscuro

 there is a column of sandstone on which the foamed waves beat i erect a house a shack a hideaway behind the column and i live in it every day the waves beat against the column and the layers reveal themselves i watch the strata manifest and i wonder if i'm safe because there's only so long before i have to reveal my self to the relentless sea inevitability draws on me dawns on me and i realize a crisis  how long socially acceptable already they're asking me where the sand should move i wrack my brain but my battered shack is already cringing apart nails popping out rivets dislodging and the base shifting like undulating worms upon sand i had a plan i had tabs open like doorways to parallel dimensions where i'm capable but in the end i slink to my seawreathed shack behind the sandstone column  with its belly carved out yielding to the looming constancy of endless ocean.

speed 10 rocketing overfast hyper run overcompensate my feet become pinwheels i am running because everything go so fast to keep up is normalcy, panting flecked with white bloody foam it is a threshold understood sign the box go forth proceed and yet they don't see the sweat pouring in rivulets is this not normal? check engine light on blinking flashing piercing epilepsy trigger warning  the whole world is a trigger warning spoilers ahead! there is no head just a severed animated corpse lumbering lumber dead trees headstones in a copse we watch the encroaching severity and we shrug just a door not a corrupted force i am scared money is scared and bloated  i cannot find a foothold on this spinning  green and blue and brown and white and reddened treadmill i and the all of us are birthed upon.