the rain switched to sand & i went to bed with the hush of each grain falling-- a muffled sigh-- soothe the ache of windowpanes-- making hourglass earth-- turn & turn & turn & the face of each clock filled-- stagnant arms-- my own elbows & forearms heavier with the stubborn death of watches-- time escape each face & turning into more flecks of sand-- glisten in the emptying moon the whole solar system coming down-- giving-- bones eroding-- before the night is over the ceiling caved-- commandment tiles peeled away & promptly buried-- their sins no longer applicable have you ever made a grave for your wrongs? what confessionals did you build? i think about Ozymandias & the level sands stretching far away & i know i will never remember all the words to that poem-- so i find a tree branch-- one from the very top of the oak tree in the playground-- sand devoured torso-- my own body sinking with each step as the sun crawls on her hands & knees up the side of the crooked-toothed mountains-- curled into a ball-- she has long brown hair & a pair of scissors to save herself-- she eats planets like cheerios-- her stomach fire lover-- so i find a tree branch & i think about the zen gardens the ones we always said "we should make one someday" with lines patient enough to hold every duvet of a body-- a corn field un-planeted & brave-- the seeds are in the souls of my feet-- king of kings of king of kings-- to make lines of it all-- there is so much comfort in evenness-- stick dug into earth-- trailing behind me as i meander-- lines wavering-- the ocean resurrected itself in me-- seashells in my bones when the sun searches for the moon tonight she will come up empty-- she will plunge her hands frantic into the sands-- lift pyramids & castles & the playground swing set i once believed could send me into orbit she'll find me-- knees tucked into my chest-- as i wait for cool night & sleep-- i clutch the stick like a rifle-- she comes storm sobbing blanketing me like a stone