Gulls At the Brink of Lands End

Gulls At The Brink of “Lands End” Traces in tactile blue The simple slide Sky “And I Thrown past thought Beyond import Side by side impromptu” Slide Catch it Catch that wing Reverse revolving Simple slide On a vista where I cannot breathe I must breathe hold that moment catch the wing everything is falling And Formulation to the dusted Speckles of light Dances with water Marching now Marching with the clouds Pomp and fluff of rain I could fall a thousand miles On this wing I could fall forever Slide Simple slide Perfect monument wheels heady Soaring slip beneath Floated In the mouths of rocky crags Waves suck and draw booming Crashing Slide Simplicity breathing Air winded compulsion forming I have become the nurturing of salt Formed from eggs Acrobat traversing the edge of spray And written my psalm Ovation my call To the voice of the sea I slide Traces in tactile blue The Simple slide Sky I am about the feathers of the cliff