Sandbox

I could play all day

In my sandbox

Filled not with sand

.

Mind you

Rather brimming

With words

.

It is like having

A conversation

With God

.

Out of seemingly

Nowhere / now here

Words (God)* appear

.

Granite my sandbox

Is a tractor trailer

I get paid to play in

.

After the trailers

Are hooked safety

Procedures followed

.

Destination thinking

Begins once rolling

On 18 to 26 wheels

.

A word like sandbox

Captures my attention

Then the fun begins

.

Like the tires turning

Over smooth terrain

The muse muses

.

Puts headlines

In my head for

Follow up formations.

.

The grains of sand

Are the letters collected

Put together as words

.

Forming content/ext

Castles or crevices

Creations of chaos

.

Assembled for viewing

By all or by no one for

Writing itself is the fun

.

Where this should have stopped

.

Nope, will stop right there before

This gets ruined by over explanation

.

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*“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

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John 1:1