surrounded by your shifting sands…

so you released it on his birthday
must have seen it on the tomb
he won’t read anything into it
random acts don’t make a tune

further back there was the arrow
perhaps your best shot in the dark
though his death was not intended
you know it hit it’s mark

there was those thousands of hours
glitter floated from his hands
now the black hole’s marked with flowers
surrounded by your shifting sands…
(Copyright 06-11-17)

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