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.