Two children meet on a beach;
For their sand shovels reach.
A castle they build,
With dreams it’s filled.
But the filling of the moat
They leave to the sea.
And the sea is pleased:
On the castle he dotes.
He reaches the moat with each high tide,
With each high tide, the moat is complete.
With each low, the heat competes
For the castle’s mastery.
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Musings of a Kunderian Monster 