prose becoming poetry. the words ebb and flow and recede like the tide upon the great fissures of the earth.
the great ending of the world.
the fish are drawn by the surge
the current flings shingles upon the beach
the words break
the bodies break
the surface splits
where light becomes and hits
the bed with the sound of settling.
the break of the words that concen-
trate on you.
the broken surrenders
the contracted kiss
he'd not return.