My Way Is In the Sand Flowing - Samuel Beckett


 My way is in the sand flowing
between the shingle and the dune
The summer rain rains on my life
on me my life harrying fleeing
to its beginning to its end

My peace is in the residing mist
when I may cease from treading these long shifting thresholds
and live in the space of a door
that opens and shuts

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