Shadows, whose faces are there?
missing the known vowel,
the wind break out in savage laughter,
the coast takes a sharp turn
for the rugged cliff.
like an advanced wave
so near me
rolling on the yellow sand bed,
the words in Helvetica fonts
burst into tears,
melt down slowly in lower depth.
in you, I never see my scarred face
under light and shadow,
we wonder where to look
standing at bay, on the broken crustaceans
I cannot hear you talk
about the storm clouds and dying sunset