And I Wasn't There.

Well, time DROWNED the last drop of sand.

I drove fast,

I didn't look back,

they have become SALT.

In the dark morning there is a line,

a key:
"West Indian"

embossed.

When I dropped the key BACK INTO THE SAND,

a bell rang and vibrated like a rattlesnake.

The clouds were RED.

The drums banged

and held themselves in mid-air.

A sheriff is standing far away

Raises one hand,

flowers poured out of this HAND like water.

I looked again,

nothing there.

A skull in the sand.

Someone approached me.

Eve Marie Saint, is that you...

Doll, I DON'T

want to hear about how well Jacob is doing.

His ladder

was buried

and now the sand is asking for water again.