Home-less / Sandcastles


Rough work



Supposed supports


Then a wave



I mourn

Another creation

Null process

Manna poorly spent

Mis-took for

Good work



I dream

Of not drifting aloft

And no confinement to land

Nor lazing on warm sand

Nor swimming to survive

For a nest I yearn

A rock or tree or cavern or hole

Just for the young

For when I’m old and fading

Again I scheme and dream and plan

A castle on the sand

Storm season long ways ahead and

My armless legless self tires of coils and coils

Spirals and labyrinths in the crushed meteorite dust

Homes, never in which to dwell


About Magdalena Knight

IT/Telecom Rock Star turned Poly-Tantric Sex Healer, Educator, and Sexual Freedom Activist and Writer View all posts by Magdalena Knight

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