erosion

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 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.

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