Q u i d a m

And the castle breaks

(i)

The sun is peeling the wearing sound

of breezing sky, and the busting water

of the underlying feather, are getting off

in the new form, look over there—

two boys are running.

(ii)

Ocean is getting calm, with the rhythmic

buzzing, the windy sands are making their

way into my curled toes, something like

burning —creating a gap with

each footstep.

(iii)

the waves are quite gentle, one woman

and a guy are surfacing; thinking if one

tide can make them fall, but they need

something to float, even if it's a force

beneath the gentle hands.

(iv)

the ablative fire, is still coming back

making their way with piercing gaze,

in the flicker of seconds, every moment

is getting stolen, maybe I'm

just hyperbolic.

(v)

the weather is cooling down, the blueish

water is transparent, you can clearly see

the seashells; playing hide & seek

with the kids of flow, those starfishes

are dancing in the depth.

(vi)

those boys are trying hard with

water & sands now, building a castle —

with small hands, one of them

said, "look, pour water in the hole—

maybe it will be wetter."

(vii)

they're bringing, pouring water & water

when everything is sandy & windy,

erection of gentleness now, suddenly

the sun & moon is getting aggravated —

The tide is forming in the stormy sea.

(viii)

"Look, we made it!" — just when the

beaming started to bloom, the fierce

beholding washed the sands, it melted

into the water, just like it never started;

never happened.

(ix)

Poor guys thought, they could make

an ever after castle; in the edges of

tides, where it never comes with

warning, only change its routes

& charge to break.

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