Sand In The Head

A New View


Beaches tasked for space

so many buried there to the

neck. Living inside a glass

bubble made from sand,

across the class gates come

horrors not seen or attended

for Centuries. The diagnosis:

Sand In The Head.


A rise in the unknowing

do not want to knows leads

to seeking deeper more

isolated private beaches.


"It will pass. It always 

does," is sandbox meditation

and granular thinking. 
Prognosis: Death by exphyxiation

nose and mouth clogged

with sand.






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