i had a dream...

i was buried in sand.  the tide was inevitable but i'd dug deep anyway.  my hands felt free being connected to arms, shoulders, and neck.  to my brain.  all of it moved about wading under the moonlight without purpose.  resistance clearly wasn't one of them.  most of me was in there like a masochist and the only rhythm came from just below the surface above my tambourine bruise, wherever that is, louder than waves.  louder than the alarm.