Pebble forced Square metal holes that pebbles shouldn't be In.
Rust that makes thick steel de-laminate like pastry puffing.
Gigantic gurgles from tides exploring crannies.
Touching nooks and sucking at portals.
Erosion but at a pace snails sneeze at.
Explosive but in motion time lapses speeds like lighting ignores.
Grey green hues that scarcely mark the delineation of water and ozone.
Sand scattered like heavy saw dust grouting crevices otherwise open to prodding.
Boulders in transition to granules sugar size.
Sweetness ignored at perilous junctions between.
Land mass and ocean.
An area I am drawn to inhabit.
Without which my thriving ceases, pretention becomes memories.
All ostentations abandoned to misery.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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