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Silica

It was an airless beach day
in an airbrushed silicon landscape of
“isn’t it so awesome we live here”

I was a fleck of dirt on pure white sand
the non-conformist in me
un-bleachable

Why swim between the flags
when the rocks are beckoning
and the riptide whispers my name

When I drown
in the ocean of the new moon
none of the tourists will remember me

© Indie Adams 2014

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