there is no beach with no sand
grains too many to measure
we hold our hands tightly
edges uneven but interlocked
one of many I am, we are
all of us together
kissing the waves
of the morrows before us
that lap endlessly upon us
but fear not the shifting tides, for

I will never let the sea carry you away
before it is our time to sail
commuting on a voyage you so
begrudgingly acquiesced
crafting your own ships
mast upright into the sky
all to keep your head above
water and by god you made it
you are still making it
and when you think you are to fall
headfirst into the currents
just remember
we are the shoreline
individually infinitesimal
but together infinite
bracing the waters beyond
and the city above, so

skip with me between the rooftops
and into the golden of the sun
a face alone so uncertain
but in unison we sing


good morning, world

01/05/2018

Author's Note: CTA Purple Line. Re-worked and re-uploaded because its original iteration didn't really capture what I was trying to express at all.

Posted on 01/05/2018
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