Night closes in, sea spray
& spindrift
curl around my idle feet

as I walk into a tidal sweep
of stars, senses
turned inside out of place.

You read me out
as well, take me to the edge
of sleep & say

we’ll make our way in darkness,
hard as skulls
made to think & feel about

the gross perpetuity of matter,
not in that fake negative sense, just
positive, here & human.