this is where the
continent ends, a focus of epic forces--wind, wave, and the sleeping giant of
slumping land. all that potential energy looms overhead,
towering trees cling to crumbling edge.
living
forest above, timber boneyard below,
drift
logs limn the
tideline, stones self-sort into bands
by size. the universe forever rearranges itself in
temporary
patterns, from mortal clay to granite, a
grain of sand to the planet, nothing is permanent
yet it all connects. it takes the whole ocean
to nudge a pebble one hair's breadth but only a
single drop to trigger an avalanche.
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