We walked the night to Jelly Fish Little Man and Little Miss
We knew the tides were fierce and warm we had no guarantee from harm . . .
but our souls were old and bodies young And all the sea had brung we'd sung
The lions inside our bones were growling. And every crystal of sand was howling
What else could we do but ride along to find a glimpse from God in song
and so we humbly marched on toes. To see where glowdark kelp-light grows
and when it rose up from the deeps we gave the Mantis . . . our croaks and beeps . . .