stop the flow
of moving life
in natures endless
air
at tilted face
of half return
in dried and ragged
tear
at jagged shore
on crumbled edge
of tepid lap
and pool
lies me in wait
at sanded bar
ever the sacred
fool
stop the flow
of moving life
in natures endless
air
at tilted face
of half return
in dried and ragged
tear
at jagged shore
on crumbled edge
of tepid lap
and pool
lies me in wait
at sanded bar
ever the sacred
fool