Unmounted oilgraph // 5" x 7"

"From the beginning to the end
it was always this way

Our hearts like stones
forever in grinding
inside the tides
that crushed us together

getting smaller with the days
becoming the stuff of castles
to be washed away each morning
with the dawn

the risk of dwindling
and this winning or losing
for all that we were and what we became

was it worth it?
the litter of ocean floors
and the raw silk of shores
now only others will walk..."