where once there was gold

Where once there was gold

Standss darkness the likes of which

Was long before rigid,

Course like a dagger

With its polish shine,

Mountains turned to dust

To drown in the tide.

 

Where once there was sand

Stands the sea, dead calm, kids

Keep jars of what was, once,

Holding time in an hourglass

To rest in their palm.

 

Pebbles fall through hands

Of an image, where two

Can’t exist; memory holds

One, the sea takes another.

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