You once said
That man would fuck sand
If he could
As if to abandon responsibility
On behalf of mankind
Or illuminate a sick stream
That runs like blood
In the veins of animals
Reducing men to beasts
And sand to conquerable territory
Those lusty desert plains
This object then, sand
The receiver
You diminished in its uncountable seed
To a penetrable whole
Drawing commonalities with the human form
As a destination
For your sad entitlement
Imagine fucking sand
Inescapably falling
Grain by grain away from its entirety
Impenetrable
Unconquerable
Man would fuck sand
If he could
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