most vexatiously ill-clad under a car in the snow—Madeleine Shine
the waves onshore make no sound
their energy displacement stifled—
the seabirds do not cry
the fish the wind the sunlight
have no way to know
the proton gradient builds
the periphery cannot hold
nothing is uttered, everything is lost
all energy sucked back in the counter-tsunami
draining far off out there
through holes in the seabed
raining down far below
into caverns that echo only with silence
for even there
no words, no cries, no sounds of waterfalls
nothing now to guide the way
only the collapse of a wave function that could not hold
could not speak
would not
wave
.
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