Mind, send me words
which will fall like pebbles
on a long uneven shore,
sand grains adhere,
texture and form
are changed,
people try to balance
but lose foothold,
feet shun shoes
which become
flotsam-like,
when incoming tide
to jetsam
selecting riprap variation
not from any one place,
moved to form
an everlasting queue
to invade those
future thoughts
before I speak.