Sifting through these old memories,
Pushing. Sand through small spaces.
Trying to create a clean space.
Where I am,
A storm torrent through slate-grey sky.
Billowing reflections of fast, dark, overbearing sea,
Spraying salt in the eyes,
Of some deity.
There I am,
Bolting white. hot. lightning. bursts.
Sprinting across this match head,
Flicked across edged surfaces,
Leaping across the canyons created by day-dreaming.
Then I am,
Over the ancient walls of fallen armies.
Faster than quicksilver dripped in the sun.
I am unstoppable bounding towards you,
My all, my everything dream,
Here I am.
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