Have you the groundfish sand in shallows?

Edge of life, whereon cold

punctures draw one into the deep, have you

any more regard for thought that cradles itself,

stuck to living, pleading for breaths, more beats,

illuminated, shot-fired thought,

than the sensational human vision?

 Does your lifeless crater reach here,

in shallows where life freely creates

civilisations of tottering feet,

of playful fish-like smarts?

No, you take the party.  Never the work.

Your fear-vending grate draws at our ever.

That we know it

is the one unhealable injury.

Paddling in water and churning up the sand,

here, we swim and see and swim.

Bio:  Ray Succre currently lives on the southern Oregon coast with his wife and baby son.  He has been published in Aesthetica, BlazeVOX, and Pank, as well as in numerous others across as many countries.  His novel Tatterdemalion was recently released in print and is available most places.  He tries hard.