the sun becomes
binary
splitting
the angriest atom
not content
to consume itself
but willing to
reflect
a secondary
superheated
ball of malice
upon the already
furious white caps
storming the beach
a watery recreation
of normandy
less blood
and screaming
more little
gulps of sand
as the
indomitable will
inherent in
choppy surf
meets the
uninterested land
beneath
the baleful glare
of solar duality