As I Walk

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Despondent As I walk, I imagine my body turning to sand

Initially my feet Ascending through ankles Calves next Knees and quadriceps

I don't resist my as my height reduces My remaining mass is supplanted Now infinitesimal rubble

Bare, unremarkable ground A snapshot from moments ago

Now a small drift An asymmetrical dune of fine-course sand Roughly 187 pounds 98.6 degrees and cooling

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