Falling through the cracks


Blackened embers still burning now and then
A white moon smudged
I built my castle on reclaimed land
Dug the wet sand till its grains hurt
between skin and nail
Swept away the sea
Pushed back the tidal waves of full moon
the basalt gray
Call me sturdy

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