The beach

Twice in a week I've seen this beach
It is steeper than any reality
Sand slides to the tumult
Rogue wave after rogue wave
Washing over everything

First it was a beach vampires called home
They tried to bite me and into the water I dove
Next I fled the festival, the forest, found a city
rundown railroads telephone poles
The waves kept coming
Bigger splashing I held onto what we'd built
to keep myself from becoming another piece of silt
Receding receding ripples to the horizon
the view from the top of the beach
best summed up as everything
water sand people poles wires factory
we stood there standing as it all went still