The universe breathes in rushed waves

Deep shade inhales that rip the stars

In vapor lightning strike engraves

each crashing rock, each astral scar

How we must bear these shadow lengths

since we are thin where waves are wide

and I have been fragments of strengths

or sinking flights till life subsides

So absently I work with sand

hope castles do not numbly slip

through lonely longing wistful hands

each spray of breath my only drip

I hope to learn how wide waves are—

make precious things, seen from afar

Kyle Studstill