All That Remains

by fortheloveoflupe

convoluted
is this place polluted
with souls and soles
unspoken words
quivering remembers.

resolution
is this place so rooted?
despite the soles that trample
over souls
tinkering, touching, tampering.

miniscule me
big you, denting the sand with your footprints
unfortunately this is where you’re rooted
it ain’t rock, nor concrete
just unstable substance

minsicule you?
wandering on endless shores
debris ridden floors
convoluted waters span the scape
a meaningless  resolution to your sodden solution.

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