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Bury Me
Innocently limping lonely to the coast..
Catching my breath, but not myself..
This dusk refused the new moon and the old sun.
It’s just lonely me.
And my axe lover.
Voluntarily releasing muscle tonus and rolling down the dune.
The Terns are shy in their lost flight to even glance such stunt.
Whirlwinding away.
Rushed to the beach.
Took a sand shower.
The sun said bye bye.
Lifeguards passing by.
I excavate for water.
A casual hobby.
I find moist sand.
It’s not what I am after.
The moon said hi hi.
I am wet. So wet.
Schnitzeled with sand but inedible.
I am drying by covering. Covering more.
Impossible to rub it off.
I am physically polished.
The diamond thingy didn’t work though.
Not a chance, not a glance.
Finally rhymeless, I bent over.
I am digging, not for gold this time.
This time, I dig for the sake of digging.
What…
