a pair of scissors
whet by a stone cut apart the
shoreline slicing back resilient tier
leaving fleet of breaths exhale then
beyond comprehension it brushed
against the mind many sensed
the diminished glissade
that waved in
majesty
they
ran
to
see a
throbbing
madness filled with
waste despair I felt from afar

the trembling on the pages of revelation
read how a whisper gilded out on incandescent
wings the vapors in a language that only wildlife
understood or maybe people had heard and
had forgotton ancient word

souls quaked
under the weight of yearning
when began to rise on billows tide
and the broken edges of shoreline
closed in slow elastic strides
but it was a crying
shame

the
scissors fell in
to pools of murky
darkness

silence only bubbled