Reflections in Sand

Mental representations

of realities

beyond our scope

of interpretation.

 

Give me an impression

of why beauty

is beautiful,

 

and ugly

is hateful.

An impression

of my existence

is imprinted in the

malleable beach sand.

 

It shows my bodily features,

of which I interpret,

but do not truly

understand.

 

I didn’t create

language,

but, rather, language

seems to have

created me.

 

It changes,

like the sweat

on my hand,

and the thoughts

in my head.

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