Sandcastles There's a story pressed into the spine Before speech before you could define What you were carrying A verdict not argued Just installed Like breath You didn't choose but still get billed for Like debt That arrived before you knew what filled the door Unworthy unclean Something the marrow remembers That the mind hasn't seen They call it sin built in the bone Like failure pre packed pre shipped pre known Like you showed up tilted Already thrown Then clean hands extend the cure Stone carved cold toned fixed and sure Follow repeat atone Like truth is a thing you rent And home is conditional on what you've spent And the pattern - god the pattern never changes shape Name the wound then sell the escape Feed the hunger Rename it grace Then charge you twice for taking up space You bite not because it's true Because holding yourself Unfiltered unreviewed Without permission without a leash That weight doesn't scatter It concentrates creeps beneath People don't fall into systems because they're frail They fall because the full shape of themselves unscaled Starts feeling like structural failure Like the architecture's wrong Like you're the error in the detail So the offer comes soft Just loosen the grip a little Just let something older carry the middle And silence feels sacred when you've only known noise And relief feels like truth When it's wearing your voice So you learn the conversion the acceptable tone How to shape a thought so it survives being known Every sentence a checkpoint Every instinct A line Every version of yourself Cleared for use by design And eventually You stop catching the edit Stop noticing the trim Not because it's finished Because it's become hymn Because it's become you Because the cage got comfortable And comfortable got true And I've run the comparison stacked it all up Every system every gospel every beautiful cup That promised it wouldn't spill Watched them go brilliant Right before they went still Because here's what I keep arriving at The thing that stays after the argument goes flat You build You always build Meaning from wreckage from nerve from demand From nothing but want and the work of your hands Like a child at the waterline fist full of sand Pressing the whole weight of existence Into something that can't stand And yeah the tide takes it Wind breaks it, time Reduces every tower you swore was sublime To a smoothed over nothing Every truth temporary every structure On borrowed time But the man on the beach with his hands in his lap Clean Absolved waiting for something to unwrap The suffering He goes the same way The tide doesn't grade On doctrine or display Sitting still isn't freedom It's rot with better posture It's a closed fist calling Itself an open door It's asking for salvation So you never have to build anymore So build it crooked Build it loud With salt in the joints and defiance In the proud Impossibility of making something You know won't last And doing it anyway That's not delusion That's the whole task And if someone steps up to your shoreline That look on their face Like their clean hands Qualify them To measure your grace Who the fuck are you To decide what survives Sandcastles ~by Unreadhyperion
