The black waters lap gently At the shore of an obsidian beach. I stand with my feet Just submerged under the water, My nails shining with kuro polish. A shinigami waits beside me, Its hands clasped behind its back And its gaze fixed unblinkingly At the distant, curved horizon. Friends, enemies—I do not know yet: All I know so far Is that we’ve been standing here, together, For quite some time, And that every so often, One of us will reach out And clasp the other’s hand.