Modern day.
In salty sand, I am on my thickly woven quilt.
In transience, I advance toward the anger.
In transience, they and I advance against the their retreat.
In sadness, I retreat into them in thought.
I am on my knees. The earl grey tea is a dark brown. The navy blue sea is fresh. The sky is baby blue with cotton clouds.
In transience, I advance my claymore. In the ephemera, they die.
Comicedy 