The current, current
creating fascinating patterns
as the waters flow
over the sandy time
a ripple, rolling
throught a day
through a night
into a vortex
creating a spinning, combining
threaded time
while never seeing
this blanket
made of mine
of fine sands
threaded like silks
to throw top of me
on the rainiest days
through the coldest nights
spun gently
spun roughly
in sandy times
cover me
with your weave
for I painted
each silky line
this story of mine

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