Bruising Words
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.
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