Sand and Directors Cut

Sand

I’ve accepted that I am sand
On the beach of eternity.

[Fuck that! Be a rock.]

Why?
After ten thousand years
Rocks become sand

[Exactly]

So, I’m already at the base
The waves do not degrade me
I merely soak in their power.

At times I am lifted off
One part of the beach to another
Where I can get in people’s shoes
Food, hair, skin, eyes,
Vaginas, assholes, foreskins,
In between their toes,
In their cars, in their socks,
Mysteriously appear
In their beds late at night.

Everyone sees a rock
Stationary and note it exists
They step over it
They ignore it.
If a rock were to fly—
Everyone would see it coming.

Sand?
You never see sand coming
But then it gets everywhere.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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Directors Cut

I created you because even I get lonely at times. You see it was just me forever in every direction. So I reached out beyond myself and made you. I thought that we would all walk together everyday in beautiful harmony – that the night would not terrify you all needing your eyes to be perpetually closed. And for a while we did; everything was beautiful and just how it was meant. But there were those with me who wanted more. They wanted the control and so rallied against me. They tricked you; it was easy. I did not want you to be like them – I wanted you to be my comrades, and even family. We’re equal. So when they came to you with treaties and promises – you took the bait. That was the last time we saw eye-to-eye or reclined in harmony. Since then it’s been decay. You’ve slowly drifted farther and farther off many of you fighting through the miasma back towards me standing alone. You see? The emptiness that keeps you awake and searching is me. I’m always waiting here but I can never come to you – you would tear me apart until the universe unravels; proving me right. So, I send the few faithful souls I have left to reach you, but you and those that now rule you; although you never know it, stop them – hurt them. Send them back to me bleeding and dismayed. Dismayed that they had to fight and kill those who once were their equals: those who once were so close. I watch as the orchestra looses tempo and key; the conductor purposely tries to spite me. The whole scene and story has gotten battered. You see; you all read the past thinking it’s going to reveal something of the future, but let me tell you the future: I have to be with you. I will be with you. In the end we shall see eye-to-eye after we all have destroyed your creations. There will be no balance, nor chaos; there will just be us: immortal in harmony. I will hold you and you will hold me; and we will cover the devastation with our tears and leave it. We will go somewhere new: a place where we can be together. There will be no secrets, no night; just perfection.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.