Clearing the air (unformatted version)

In the Blur burnished barnacles fell --- as powdered chalk in the austere--- flinty gaze of unvarnished truth,--- the cocoon of brittle denial --- cracked, gave way, and with-- the scrape of tongue, --- split wide releasing --- a shimmering shower of words--- As fingered light dawn curled--- into the raised fist of morning sun--- the showers spattered, danced, spilled --- leaving all drenched on the deck--- as unfurled that ship finally sailed--- toward a bright line of blue horizon--- clear ....