Last night I went down to the lake but the sky was what I really went for, so last night I went down to the sky, the white beach all ice ledges, traps everywhere, and you could still feel the violence in the layer of flat-line navy beneath the gigantic sky boiling purple, with thin strands of night and white stars like sparks of misplaced ice and it was no sky for an atheist because you could practically see God up there.