Sand Doom

She sunk toes into the soft unsettled sand of the blue waves ashore Moment by moment was all she could grapple She took one step forward, as the sand bit each nerve with coolness of the ocean Moment by moment did she staple She stapled each sentence with purity racing through her mind Word after word, sentence after sentence She could not quite describe this sensation in a syllable or east wind Word after word, the ink flowed through her veins with transcendence There was no stopping the wave of contemplation Running straight through her nerves, feeling each tingle There was no stopping the craze of words and of quotations Running away from any knowticable broken shingle The constant need or feel to flow through the tips of her fingers But once the page begun, how to leave the page undone The constant flush of acronyms and rhymes through triggers But once the thought began, how to bleed the page like a machine gun Ready to aim, ready to fire, the war begins But what seemed to be just the wind whipping through her hair, was clouds whispering in her ear drum Saying its never to late to write the stories of woes far begun Swaying through the sand covered dooms Cradling the one who used to be you, the one whose still a who? Swaying through wind shattered air Cradling the one who is near, but who is that if not a who? She takes another step forward, and falls Knees bloody, arms cutting She dips down her bow, and crawls Hands scraping, tongue constricting If not who? Then what? If not what? Then why? If not how? Then Try? Trial and error led her here On a sand doom far far away from anywhere called home She found a place to let her mind explode On a sand doom far far away from anywhere called home She found a place to hide her sky dome.