The waves calmly slip in,
withered in solitary bliss,
the softness of the sand
lets them in.

I hear,the noise
the grinding of little pebbles
fighting to rewind
while being swept away

Sun sinking down
into dungeons unknown
watery catacombs weaving
in and out, out and in.

Behold, darkness sublime
a lampshade of quietness
seeping like urine
out of a tired catheter

I am engulfed
in rivers of moonlight
their flow malignant
like a charred scrotum.