I blinked and woke up on a strange sandy island,
it was all moonlight,
bathed in the ether of that white light,
I didn't bother to question, I felt.
I sat there for a while, hurling heaps of sand into the breathing ocean,
it said "Hello,"I felt "Could you please stop throwing sand?"
not that it mattered anyway, it was filled with sand.
I was filled with sand, I felt it escaping through a coupl'a holes left in my chest from some other dream,
but I stopped throwing sand, I just looked, and god, I felt.
I felt waves of moonlight pierce me, straight through, I felt white, and I felt the dark waves of that ocean
and I felt him speak,
it told me of lost eons, of past civilizations, it told me I was the last man still alive, so it seems,
the sea told me at least he hasn't seen anybody,
"Can you swim?"
I said no, and he shrugged at me a foamy way.
He said Oh,
so I walked around, the sand slid between my feet, like the sand between my vertebrae,
inside, was an hourglass, and the buckshot from that other dream shattered the glass, sifting,
between my lungs, down through all my organs, I felt hollow, just then, but not now,
every cigarette I smoked would shake the glass faster, not that it matted anyway, it was already filled with sand.
on the other side of the island I found a boat washed ashore, so I threw it off into the breathing ocean,
it said "Hello," I felt "Could you stop throwing boats?"
not that it matted, the sea wasn't filled with any boats, it could use at least one...