What is time compared to thee? What is time compared to thee? Spirit intoned through the rattle of the eaves, the heavenly white sky-light to morning dew humming, ever humming sounds not only through the choir of wave on shore, light on water and tree in sky, while also from the ancient form of things, the breath of things touching and praying to touch for touch. Yet still, what of the Spirit that filled what only it knew. What of the clouds drifting slowly yet as fast as time across the inlet he would, in stranger times, call influx - inspiration. And what of his many tentacled tragic end?
All these questions and many more inutterable spaces for things self-evident seemed to rest peacefully with their Maker; the border between the two, Mother and Child, they would have to work out between them.
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Thunderclap.
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finis.
12:16 p.m. December 9, 2002 Tantramar Drive, Salt Spring Island, B.C.