Burning Rhyme

sinking in the sand

blistering heat

burning soles

clockwork rising

assured as the waves

lapping

acid salt, and

sunburned dreams

persistent 

glancing up

a time piece

is not needed here

the bare sand 

and silence  is kept

in check

no, the device

of choice functions

to remember

burden, consequence of 

sins past yet

ringing constant

reading, reciting

as a torturous

rhyme

a talisman of 

what is done

and life's long song

"water, water, 

everywhere..."

all the time to think