Buried beneath the crust,

Soaring amongst the dust,

Brimming with hubris,

Yet truly wondrous,

Embellish manors, fueled by grandeur,

Demolish towers, tall no longer,

Writhing in the dreary,

Thriving with each query,

Relinquish to hands -- needy,

Clasp at riches -- greedy,

Leaping towards salvation,

Though falling to damnation,

Vitality upon soil... bestowed,

Rot into others... imposed,

Stumble on cryptic jumbles,

Reveal truths and worlds crumble,

Bombarded by endless change,

Conflicting thoughts unyielding,

Forever see to turn the page,

Else plunge to depths unfeeling.

Tequila's faint sting lingers in the mouth.

Night's light strews, yielding a poor simulacrum,

Beach's rumble rings a migrating mammoth,

Flaring sands blaze like stars with every crumb,

Spotless shore surrounds -- neither exit nor

Entrance. Singularly atop the grains,

Gentle sea breezes -- pin upon the shore,

Gyring hermit shells unwind to straight lanes,

Blue waters foam -- remnants of dawn's spewing,

Shirt sticks, cocktail of sweat and pestilence,

Threat of emerging memory looming,

With wings of blue clarity? grey absence?

Roaring crash quiets as blinding sun dims.

Water's soothing and peaceful -- though thirst brims.