JONAH SAL
There won't be an ending and there won't be a
meaning : I promise you both of those. At the
wharfside, there shall still be ladies eating
crackers with their soup, maidenhair ferns,
and daughters with rings. As you know,
none of that ever changes. Way out, on
the far-side sky, if you were to look, there
would still be seagulls, moon and sun and -
floating so flat and ephemeral on the ocean's
odd horizon - the one or two distant tankers
at sea. None of that changes either. And then,
of a sudden, in an instant, the fierce, fiery monster
will rise up its head, great noise will ensue, and -
stepping but like a figment over flaming seas -
the figure of all time and all fear will step out,
reach, and consume us, all and every.
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