I saw the scatttered shells upon the shore 

The delicate lives now remnants of pasts and presents 

I have lost myself into this grand abyss 

Yet the tide still comes in and out

The only subtle reliance 

I forget it from time to time 

As fear kneels down 

To clench my thighs between stubbed fingers 

Pain pulses through me 

Like a rich poison 

And I am content 

As one is laying calmly between the blades of grass of June days 

Who remembers them 

Dismantled souls 

Interrupting a soft tread on grey sands

That are pulled in or not 

Or back 

Or are called to remain