Silver blades ripple this tide
On a sheen like finest earth-hair
Had still been searching
For sparsest bodies on the land
Someday soon to be destroyed
On it under blinding hours
Wait for speed or wait for slow
But not a period without measure?
Remind me love to comfortably rid
Every semblance of the hands
And swim in sand
Finally days unlike the others
Run into the nearest field and
Let that wind erode you out
Disintegrated smiling dust though
Your muscles not move or face grin
You so blessedly fall
And return
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