Gray Solitude for Paradise This Evening This Life(time)

need
[of]needing thee praise
[of]
     Angels, where none would dare
present her
self      at thee edge of The Sea
as one
is alone in the beauty of a gray day,
annoint'd by slapping
waves
waves
waves always slapping a sweet massage
 [for lack of any 'other' touch, so long)

as it became dark at the darking edge,
a sidewinder was stuck
on it's back
in the sediment
of thee incoming tide....I flipped it over,
it scurried into the waters

no Angels were watching, nor witnessing, nor
caring......

god is everywhere, & God, nowhere t'be found


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