A Hand In the Sand

The countless grains of an endless beach slip between the crevices inbetween my fingers

I look up and see the mountain

and I am angry

I take a sandy step west

to take a dip in my deepest desires

I indulge, and behold

I lay naked on a beach, sun bleached

and I recall as I look up and see the mountain

and I am angry

I take a salty step east 

to hinder my hunger however I can

I indulge, and behold

I lay clothed in an earthy wooden house

fire crackling in the corner

and I recall as I look up and see the mountain

and I am angry

I take a heartfelt step north

to appease my insatiable anger

towards the mountain

I reach the coldest peak

and I bend down, and I put

a hand in the oceanic sands

of a beach

and I am angry once again.

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