|this is where the
continent ends, a focus of epic forces--wind, wave, and the sleeping giant of
slumping land. all that potential energy looms overhead,
towering trees cling to crumbling edge.
forest above, timber boneyard below,
logs limn the
tideline, stones self-sort into bands
by size. the universe forever rearranges itself in
patterns, from mortal clay to granite, a
grain of sand to the planet, nothing is permanent
yet it all connects. it takes the whole ocean
to nudge a pebble one hair's breadth but only a
single drop to trigger an avalanche.