Kavka

 

Kavka: "You asked what it is like to be sand. Every

foot prints you, every wind heaps or scatters you.

your face wears the expression of the last wave that

passed you. Whether you become a palace or glass

depends on the hands holding you, not your desire.

You are and ever will be flying, shifting,

impermanent powder."

 

 

--Gil Pettigrew

 

Note: "Kavka" is Czech for jackdaw or crow

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