fifty years ago i was
sand. about 30 grains to be exact.
scattered upon mountain moraines
and pacific beaches,
i had yet come together as
the rock i consitute today.
i was patient back then.
i waited 40 million years
for an invitation to reality's movie.
i never got it.
dinosaurs sh#t on my mind,
butterlies gestated in my voids,
"come on king", i swooned the cosmos.
but no permission i received.
so i f*#ked his wife and then
decided to crash his party
and he i am,
the bastard with no god,
i come from sand,
i go as rock,
someday again i'll be un-grained
and washed upon fluid cycles
that rarely cease.
Let us know!