Words too often have rough edges,
bloody histories,
lines more defined
than relentlessly imaged cliffs,
worshipping sacred sunlight shades
of high hazards

Coveted risks
more than needed opportunities
to hard wall wail against wild creations
unmoved by words
without animated calling
longing
belonging
or wooing wilderness

Offending worded weapons
seducing well-schooled tools

Sounds with edges
and without

Opening and closing
edgeless sighing pause

Slowly awaiting surf’s slow
slurried
soft
slavish turn
to reach for shores
absorbing thoughtless
sand-grained
edges.