Brains!

There is a shot of charcoal through everything except the unveiled stars and moon. When I look at the muddy ocean I am looking at the constant rhythm of things coming and going like the waves that collapse and rise there. When I am looking at the stars hidden now and again by the clouds I am looking at my true inner diamonds revealing themselves and being swallowed up again over and over, never unguarded for long. But then there is the light that still comes through from the moon her-self, giving everything some sort of lighted hope. Midnight twilight. I can see hands weaving themselves together in the sand, the sand the souls of everything living now since passed. There are so many. My hand in yours is like this fine silver ribbon between two worlds that have rested next to each in the vastness of the shadows.