Tides

Rides rebound

that spin moon

cursed of water marks

or tread the wet sand

that sinks dry

the hallo's feet

beat bitten

by motioned retreat

that trail luminations wake

of shores penned that

churning the rasping grate

or the reef sliced drawl

is spewn hapless

beneath the loosened

rows of colliding fret

creeps lurk the inlet

that's clenched cold

as this water carrier

this floundering

currents scar may

shallow the weightless shadow

but whirl hidden

and is drawn from

the ghost of the pearl