-Still

I breathe easy from a place
Space only attains closure in the tomb

The immaculate
splendid, resurfacing in its unblemished state
never half dressed, hurriedly furnished
or hoarding inadequate inventions

Always fixed, never dispersing
even as the shore wallows, leers,

clings...

the foam opening and closing its fragile-seeming
white fist sparking the water into sudden flames