Your castles of sand will slip into the sea, eventually. no matter how clean you draw the geometry. Your castles of sand don’t care about your plans, G. the tide don’t debate, it just erases your strateGy. Press enter or click to view image in full size Your castles of sand look solid from where you stand, till the ocean clocks in and reminds you it’s sand. Your castles of sand ain’t built to last, see, time is the tide and it collects its fee. Your castles of sand get bold in the sun, till the water shows up and turns “done” into “undone.” Your castles of sand stand grand in your hand till the tide clocks in like it owns the land. Press enter or click to view image in full size Built bold in the sun, you called it “done,” named it legacy, king, said you already won. But the ocean don’t care about titles you claim, it don’t read your posts, it don’t play your game. It don’t like, don’t share, don’t follow your plan, it just pulls up silent and reminds you it’s sand. No warning. No speech.…