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Wind whips against sunbeaten skin,

While hair follows it's example

As it curls, tangling across vision,

Wrapping around, shielding eyes.

Thoughtlessly brushed away, 

And tucked behind an ear,

It stubbornly returns,

An endless cycle.

Rocky cliff,

Sandstone and quartz,

Looms up behind as

Birds wheel above,

Mostly seagulls, but a 

Few crows fly past,

Taking advantage of

The people to the left

Who are playing in the 

Surf, their food stores

Being ransacked.

Those birds are eating well.

The shoreline stretches, arcs,

Holds it's pose, 

Golden and gleaming,

It embraces itself.

The ocean spreads out beyond,

Deep sapphire blue waves that fade

To palest shades of shyest green

Topped with a scattering of diamonds.

Falling back into the sand, 

Arms stretched to the sides,

Eyes tilted towards the sky

Where wisps of clouds form.

One, a gladiator, standing tall with 

Spear and shield, slowly morphs as

He passes the sky's road,

Turning into a large raven in mid-flight.

Another is a spine, from which there 

Sprouts a ribcage. 

It breathes out, dissipating itself.

The saddest existence.

But the feel of the earth beneath

Brings thoughts that the sky is 

Perhaps the true ocean. 

Fingers dig deeply into sand,

Grasping the gold,

And gravity is shifted

As the soul pours out the eyes,

Falling into the sky.