All That Remains
is this place polluted
with souls and soles
is this place so rooted?
despite the soles that trample
tinkering, touching, tampering.
big you, denting the sand with your footprints
unfortunately this is where you’re rooted
it ain’t rock, nor concrete
just unstable substance
wandering on endless shores
debris ridden floors
convoluted waters span the scape
a meaningless resolution to your sodden solution.