Sand in air shoots across sand ground.

I am here, but no where to be found

My mother, my father perhaps are in the water

But no where to be found. Like me, no where to be found.

Grains embedded in my body soft skinned

I can run or walk, but I will still be pinned

I drink quick. Slick with salt.

Slimy seaweed, suckers smalt.

Quick little screechers, tiny pinchy crabs.

The more I think the more I collapse

The spinsome world, and wet wet earth

Like the time they drank blood and I fainted in church

So many others, but in reality there is only you. 

The sand hard hitting pains me, moving is the one thing I must do.