colliding scope

shape and form convince me

grey whales: shards in motion

the swells of water gently colliding

within frames of wild formality

a run of colours replacing sand

a certain ratio obtained

in smoothed angles and edges

words unuttered strive to emulate

physics but melt and fall into

the heraclitean flow

then I glimpse a gull

wheeling unconstrained

in mid-song.