A greatly prophetic poet
takes fuĺl measure of demise, and remains full satisfied only after seamless dusk betrays the light of day through slender thorough moonless nights of thoughtlessness which arise in mist of fear’s sad surprise to find ubiquitous cowardice a thing once formerly despised yet now so commonplace it stands unseen and hidden from the blind.
So here the poet prophet lands his wide-eyed tale like some exotic prehistoric future fish long thought gone except as ancient carp mosaic formed of tile or trapped aghast in rotting nets neath cloudy skies, reappearing at end of time as augur omen weighs the scalene scales of ichthus izda fish that float in slimy drying moats rimming crumbling castles’ ceaseless bloat, and the finish to all save their own merciless decay.
