Thought and Water

And they come here

to feel the sand beneath

their feet.

 

To feel a cold

rush between their fingertips

To feel it hit their spine

in such a way

as to make the moon bounce

and the earth become liquid

under their feet.

 

They come to smell the sea

and the sand sand

and rocks.

To feel the rish in their throat

as the waves slap

cold walls.

And they come to

burn their feet on

black

black sand.

 

They can feel

alcohol and tobacco

sliding into their nostrils

and burning holes there

in which to burrow and lay

eggs, starting new lives

with new faces and new

soles of

their shoes.

 

They come to feel the

Power of a crystal blue wave

smash over their hands and

their feet.  Giving rise to

an incredible apathy.

So much that in a sense they

let go, release their

fists and become flipped in the water

and they

smile through the salt.

 

Emotions lose meaning

and energy breaks down into

thought and water

and as their lungs burn from

used, air, a split second of doubt forms.

They can feel the alcohol, the salt,

the tobacco and the moon and the

black sands and the burn.

 

And they come

because apathy can lead to

understanding.

 

And they come here

to feel the sand beneath

their feet.