Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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.

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