There is one knows not what

spinout WHOMP altocumulus
descending
                    something else than
                                        restlessness perpetuates
running out the blood
                    never so gently (waves)
                              the other end of the beach
SOMEWHERE for certain
              birdsong splashdown riptide cutback
                                                  falling upwards
step into silence
                    whomp awash
                                        “Silent cities in the sea”
(howling in my skull)
                    tumbling as well
                                        any minute now