without

I don’t know how to do this

how to avoid blue-shadowed bodies coming out from sea

my sand is cold and wet because of their leaking voices

my sand is crawling all over me watching them through my dusty eyes

I want to scream this is my seashore

but my mouth is like a dead shell with rambling words inside

while they keep coming out from water

with twisted arms and clammy legs

walking in circles

shadowing me

in here

that unique place where fire / earth / air / water stay connected through my perfectly symbiotic breathing

here

on my seaside

the seagull just started to cry for my lost sandy loneliness