Build it of brick
Solid
Sturdy, unwavering
Build it of brick
Weather the storm, licked by the sun
Build it of brick
A hundred years shall pass, sand will sting your eyes
It was built of brick

Water drops in a bucket
Filling with each resounding ting
Safety tossed to the side as the full line is met
Surpassed
That moment, split second
Full
The fullest anything could ever be
Breath held        one more drop
One ting
One ripple
Water on my toes, too late to fill again
Breath held

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