

In
Comes
The tide,
Beating heart
Of the silver moon.
The heavy, relentless pounding,
Her breath grinding away at the edge of the cliff sides
Earth's skeleton crumbles away before her might, tumbling down into her deep blue depths.
Her breath grinding away at the edge of the cliff sides,
The heavy, relentless pounding
Of the silver moon's
Beating heart,
The tide
Goes
Out.

