The Last Tide

The light trill of Ines' voice spreads gentle as a songbird's

wing over the room. A weightless tide of waves carry words

in a suasive andante. I awoke and escaped the pull of an

ominous dream. The sea was troubled and no moon lit its

crests with kind silver. My grandfather was wading too far

from the shore. I sensed sea monsters were lurking under the

endless black to take him.

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He passed in 1986. I was a child then. Many people as close have

died since. His death broke life's cherry.

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Ideals are like the cruel expanding ink blots of an interminal

writer's block. The wall Kafka tried to write through. Character

appears lost to the living. It is buried in seeking. Writing is an

act that consumes the world in character.

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We can disintegrate particles with the heat of one million

suns. Why can't we practice justice? Our hopes float on an

ocean of appeasement.

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I go out to greet the public. Smiles are foolish. Laughter is never

kind. Eye contact is offensive. A people without character avoids

justice. This nation cannot face its defeat. When voices rise the

tide has already taken them. Fraud is the basis of our culture.

We derivate to suspend the realization as the heat of one million

suns destroys a quark. Love loses to death.

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His character speaks to me in dream. It never leaves. He rarely

laughs. Death allows him a free tongue. When I tried to save

him he pushed me away. It wasn't in anger. His look was gentler

than Ines' voice. The gesture's beauty eclipsed the most vivid

mixed metaphor. I didn't confuse it with pity.

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Are we ready for the Last Tide? Will the Sun always gild our days

with a promise of neverending growth?

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Tighten your belts and listen to the dead. They know the fear we

prune and water daily only strengthens death's hold. We barter

character for false ideals. Justice is discarded like an overly candid

friend. Fraud triumphs by its own terms. Love is devoted to revising

the past.

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We must swim against the tide. Unseen monsters are not as great

as ignorance make them. Love is the deepest way of knowing. It

stands fearless in truth.

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Life laughs at me.

My grandfather looked upon me with a love that rose above all

tides and monsters. Debt disintegrates in the presence of such love.

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Love is stronger than the heat of 14 trillion suns. It consumes the

imposture of debt.

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Incipit the Jubilee.