The last horizon

Sophistry speaks with bitter pillimplies undignified surrender,my starfish swims in muddy sealies on windswept shore to shrivelwe birthed these children honestlyquibble now at everyday ,these games you playleave radiant bubbles brittle .Acquiescent sleep creeps near in gentle wavesto numb great hurt that stumbles from your lips ,“If I’m all this “the sum of your incise eclipse shadows noonday sun& leaves me breathless.The narrow land has opened to sea spitencases lost horizon as I stand tall on your bluff,hard words that gather in mind’s dustcigarettes engorged in stagnant coffee cups .Sacrificial nights are tearing at my guts& crucifix held high in meditations densenessthe only hope I ply to form the formless futurewhere the graceful seabirds fly silver breastedinto calmer waters ,hoping peace might come:release the scum we’ve leftaround our children’s heads,& catch your grey green eyes again.