you know that darkmoon edge hill , btarfliz don t ' fltar nemore , we be all gritty and the ocean is warm tonight the ocean is cold as it leaves our skins the starssinkingabout in the waters drinking up all the starss + back on the hill a shadow touches a tree,branching trails away to atmosphere + mistcrash echoes through night wind spray , a palette of water for an entangled pair , a lostmusic metering itself on foghorn beats,boats in the dark turn off their lights and go to sleep as we all do, at night, thereis no shelter from a helicopter the only sign that we are anytime butnow.