The Shearline of Obscurity

Water

Cold as it sounds

The storm glass

Refilled and sealed

With a wine cork

The spout spilling over

Ultramarine

Mixed with red

Producing

Black on black

The ravens absorb

During those evocations, those divinations of the observer

Of the interplay between shades

Breathe, rest, wait, keep silent

Walk toward the bay swinging the arms

Abandon sandals at the end of the blacktop

To cross the dredged up stratum of sand

To stand at the edge expecting

To go totally blind

Upon seeing a four-armed sea star regenerating