be prepared to be
on your way
on that last day.
The same shone first (and if ever anything wakes me it is only light).
Shone first, shines within, and this same light will shine out at last.
The word wordless when these, wordless, have many sayings
yet little string to hold them.
So how is it, wordless and stringless, they have their world strung together?
Time in both directions is inconsistent.
Any inconsistency makes time timeless.
The space runs without knocking any edges off.
We are one and we are another, without edges.
Paucity and the deceased. Beauty and the least. The boat pulls out, escaping the intricate device
of the word worldless, of the heist, a sea stolen of its ground. The bottom dwellers struggle, finding not the bottom.