Distinct Beaches Long Ago

Did it get spoken well enough to transfer 
through the glass? It's like a gas, you won't 
hold it. You won't. I remember a snowball.
Your vision did not clear. I remember other
you. More you than I. Only realized after
all those facts. Not tact. Not in
tact. Fragile still, even after all that
shattering
returned sand. Regret? Egret? Mud. 
I like the way questions request
sentences. How long shall our sentences
period. Do not question
marks. Let the sparks 
unfold up to the point.
Wary timber realizes
conflagration. So unsympathetic. 
Harmonic, also. Are you listening?
Did I go too far? Did you get too far?
I hope we can hit more pages 
with our light. And we stir 
together in our minds all these 
unknowable ingredients. Waves
to sand.