Are we trapped inside of Plato's cave/ Are we fooling ourselves?/ Just dancing shadows to be named
- Msaki, Jessie Clegg and Sjava
Running the coarse grains of sand through my fingers
The hands of time, this love a pile of roughness
A heap of uncertainty from shorelines immeasurable
This potentiality of silica, of transparency and clarity
Weighing heavy under an impending critical mass
An alchemy still brewing, in the throes of articulation
Of catastrophic collapse and caving in on itself
Revealing itself as mundanely human-all-too-human
Will it build itself anew with a taller architecture
Or will the wind deracinate from the geography
Of my left breast grain by all-too-significant-grain
Ceasing all hopes and attempts to heap into love
Tracing the edges of the finite, these intermissions
Scale the slippery sides of these dunes dangerously
We may lose our footing and take a fatal fall out of love
A hardening of ground is required to take the leap
But I am all cried out, I cannot water these grains
And pat them down kindly into unshifting sediment
The sun? She turns her back on us in disappointment
Having given us many days of hot sunshine to build
Our intentions are exposed to a frigid harmattan now
How will the excavated sand from a sunken place
Be erected into a safe secure cave that harbours hope?
An ever-fixed mark that dispels dispersions and disunity
But caves are the duplicitous dens of tricksters
Cast a light on the walls, is it begotten agape we see
Or bewitching shadows beguiling us with dancing
Perduring in illusions of our own foolish making
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