Sand Sculpture
The chimera of sensations that parade like pedants around my eyes grasp and occupy my allotted time; occasionally I drift like flippant fingers of sand skidding off the top of barchans Only to accrete against the stern basaltic face of grim redundancy and scrim, somnambulistic quarks of thoughts that drip by days onto collapsing castles
Garments
a moment to dismember the scissor of a walk a schism of seconds to calm the insouciant seas to unknot the congregated ganglia so salient and crewel a macrame mastiff drooling near a virgin who weeps crocheted snowflakes and knits her eyes together to focus on a crocus ballooning in her lap a moment to remember our protean guise
