Eggtiming

Here I stand
ankle-deep in the rising sand,
sand pouring through my hair,
down my back, soft and warm

I know not to look up
but I look around at a world
all warped and skew
my own reflection alien,
menacing

I sign to the outside world,
and I think I see them signing back
Half trusting, mostly hopeless,
the response confused and wasteful

Here I will stand,
buried,
wondering if they understood

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