from the grains of sand I count
and the dirt they form together
in their sculpt I may just see
such steps as they helped
lift
by a pen
or from a splash
intention may be cleared
although we turn and hide our flesh
arrival
known & feared
I treasure every splash
revel in the precious silt
for of such multed muck
my gifted moments have been built
from
dirt
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