Day #24 – Sand

Afternoon, Saturday.

I can’t fit into that sit,

And let every kind of thing

Back me down.

Had to head for something

Nearer than you,

Had to ask for just one clue.

And one more renew.

I am drying, and dying,

And it was all about You.

Evening, Sunday.

Church was just a little

Empty,

Seats, or not, full for the rot.

Am I a faded one too?

Beauty was a pursuit,

And so was that nice shiny

Suit.

If there was a plan,

Would it be like the

Countless sand?

If I am gonna sit and

Wonder?

How much is the falter,

And the altar?

I am change,

And so are you.

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