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castle in the sand
a place to keep your misery
locked
a futile home
with gates prone to bursting
and ramparts eager to let
that consuming void in you
topple over and wash to the sea
not permanent but a comfort
we both felt building the walls
for the third and tenth time
our eyes stinging
nails caked
clothes soiled
and a sense of peace
buzzing drowning out the
sound of waves
birds and tourists
a sense of peace in stark
blinding consuming hope
immune to sorrow and truth
a sense of home
echoing in our lungs
burning and ragged from exhaustion

castle in the sand
we now perch upon its decrepit
towers by the swirling green moat
two birds black and blue