Can you count those?

Can you count those?


Can you count those unaccountable?
Centipedes and millipedes surviving,
submitting in the bustle of humanity’s
trade, treaded steps and stampede,

I walk along the timelessness of
sands of Time, count conches,
rose and white colors pop up
in the ageless mounds of diffusion,

brownish, sulking travesty of
humanity’ thinking wizards,
devious and detrimental,
look! how many thoughtless

in their over maneuvering,
just as the gushing waves,
blow to break to shore,
Facade is falling, falling.