Incessant Sands

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We live in a chronic cocoon,

Existing in a perpetual state of change.

Every breath,

A butterfly effect.

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Tides surge in never-ending waves.

Sandy beaches can only take

The bait.

So they lie down and wait.

But where the sand is fake,

Sinkholes

Of regret.

Then, inevitable death.

A butterfly effect.

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And the sands break free,

Drifting from the beach,

Down to the muck,

Stuck.

Stable.

Able to collect –

A butterfly effect.

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_{Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge. August 9th, 2020;}

_{#FOWC – ‘Inevitable‘.}