Stepping out over the sand in the dark,
we let the water soak our jeans;
organisms of light circled
around our feet,
came, with each wave
we questioned God.
The cliffs draped like curtains into hell,
black and all-swallowing
in our grainy eyes, looking out - there to eternity,
which seems so much closer
in the rising night beneath our
clumsy voices, our heels
in the flaccid bodies
of jellyfish.
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