desiderata

sand

it all changes eventually

bit by bit

falling outward

changing

and evolving

until there's nothing left

but the remaining memory

and a grain of sand

tender, and tiny

reappearing when you expect it

the least

small bits

drifting onward

with no reason

or intention

just grains of sand

shifting

until they find their place

in the twisted web

it all lives in

but in the end

they're just grains of sand

clinging to damp surfaces

waiting to be retrieved

and brought into the sunlight

until they disappear into

shadows

for the final time