THE BEACH
a sea of faces never once the same ever changing flows flux the babble bubble of voices weaving whorls where eddies snare islands form dissipate reefs rise with under currents of mood shoals shift and shimmer carrying melancholia in the midst of where rhythms rise and fall with the click clack percussion music accidental harmonies discordant thoughts of broken orbits… here a cold wave submerges me unities are illusions sea mirages formed of the flotsam and jetsam of souls washed up here like driftwood drying and lost sparkling with sea salt in the sun seized unresisting by the tide different but all hopelessly the same tormented by the raw viscous undertow denying safe havens here no storm safe moorings i could cry out loud but would not be heard only stared at temporarily furniture forces patterns regularity aisles channel human currents in and out in and out the irresistible tide here lurks regularity dead but fed by this human flow predatory human thoughts like hungry sharks there is no Unity only Chaos inescapable no safe havens no comfort dragging anchors torture And so, All that is solid melts into air, All that is solid Melts into air All that is solid…*
