Waves buffet
flesh.

Silently,
buzzsaws hum,
sanding.

Grinding
my shadow,
currents.

A black sky,
hovers,
resolves
to grey image.

My gaps,
monochrome
dunes
exposed.

Damage
gouged,
recovery
sought.

Oceans are
not placated.

A relentless
surging,
advances
by moon.

Erodes,
weakening.

Repair, as if
throwing rocks
toward
the sea,