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· Surrender All my deeds Scattered on a beach Slowly worked by comings and goings Back to the grains from which they were formed. I gather fragments periodically Reconstructing some edifice in memory; It dissolves with the next inrush. I take the debris and build To see the form destroyed Elements returned to source Rising and falling Until exhausted flesh no longer holds And the tide is free to work magic On my bones