SandScript 2023 [Digital Exclusive]

sandcastle culture
Ev Essif
the lotus spoke in this sandcastle
I was a sand shogun, a stolen soul awoken, an omen in my right mind but in my left an oracle
interwoven inside me, internally an eternal oddity, oddly interred in this existence, an isthmus
positioned between icarus and insanity,
sandcastle culture amidst us
conquistadors clipping crystals from copper canyons, carving crevasses into the cranium of a
creator, cracked vertebrates of birth givers so I vault these sidewalk valleys, superstitious,
suspicious of the mercenaries merchandising the minutes measuring the miracles maybe, I am
mansa musa moving miles between mali and mecca
a march mustered with that mustard mineral, motherlode madness, bestowed atlas between
aksum and atlantis building sandcastles for my scions, syllables slipping as silt shifts
underneath
my soles
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