Non-Linear

The beach with the soft sand,

            It lets feet sink in.

The beach with the hot sand,

            It burns in a fit.

The beach with the dark sand,

            It holds the nightly kiss.

The beach with the wet sand,

            It contains the cool bliss.

The beach with every mystery it holds,

            Who really knows?

Can a cave hide a tide pool of fish?

            Can a broken bottle but a foot?

A jellyfish does not really sting,

            A small electrocution, it does not exist.

Poison is the true source of pain,

            Poison like in Hamlet.

Poured in the ear to end the king,

            A king of the tiny castle made of sand.

Sand castles made on the beach,

            Tiny hands working the mold.

Sand castles with shells from the beach,

            Little waves crashing the walls.

The walls do not hold well against the waves,

            The walls come crashing down.

Little sand rubble in the high tide,

            Being washed away for another day.

The rubble of a skull is no more,

            The contents it held spilling out.

Welcome to my mind.