The sand-filled boy
became bottom-heavy,
his past running through him,
holding him down.
Always so worried about time
running out
that he never learned to turn
somersaults
and reverse the process.
When they buried him, of course,
he found an equilibrium.
If he had been able to care,
he might have been happy with that.
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