A DICE THROW WILL NEVER EVEN WHEN CAST IN ETERNAL CIRCUMSTANCES UP FROM A SHIPWRECK WHETHER the Abyss whitened slack raging at a tilt flaps a hopeless wing its own too early falling back in the struggle to trim its flight and covering the spurts cutting down the leaps very much within resumes the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail till it adjusts to the span its gaping depth by the list of a ship's hull to one or the other side
THE MASTER outside old reckonings wherein seamanship with age forgotten arisen inferring once he used to grasp the helm of this conflagration at his feet of the unanimous skyline the preparation shaking and mixing as a fate and the winds in the fist that would clutch it are threatened of the only Number which cannot be another Spirit to toss it into the storm fold up its division and move on proud wavers a corpse by the arm parted from the secret it witholds rather than as a hoary maniac play the hand on the waves' behalf one invades the head flows in a submissive beard man's plain shipwreck that without a vessel vain no matter where at ancestrally not opening the hand clenched beyond the useless head bequest in the departure to someone ambiguous the later demon immemorial having from void countries led the old man to that supreme conjunction with probability he his childish shadow stroked and polished and rendered and washed eased by the wave and withdrawn from the tough bones lost between the timbers born of a revel with the sea through the grandsire or the grandsire against the sea an idle chance Betrothal whose veil of illusion sprung afresh their obsession like the ghost of a gesture will stagger and drop DO AWAY WITH madness AS IF A simple insinuation around silence coiled with irony or the mystery hurled down howled into some nearby whirl of high spirits and horror flutters about the pit without strewing it or fleeing and lulls its virgin mark AS IF A Dice Throw a lonely bewidered feather unless it is met or touched by a midnight cap and fixed in the velvet rumpled by a dark guffaw this rigid whiteness laughable in opposition to the sky too much so not to mark scantily whoever bitter prince of the reef puts it on like the heroic irresistible but controlled by his little manly reason in a thunderbolt anxious laughter expiatory and pubescent that dumb IF The clear and lordly plume with invisible brow of dizziness sparkles then overshadows a dainty dim figure with a siren's twisted stance for long enough to buffet by impatient final forked flakes a rock a false abode straight away vanished in mists one which set bounds to infinity IT WAS THE NUMBER starry offspring WERE IT TO EXIST other than as agony's scattered hallucination WERE IT TO BEGIN AND END emerging but denied and covert when appearing at last by some profusion spread into scarcity WERE IT TO AMOUNT to evidence of the total however small WERE IT TO LIGHT UP IT WOULD BE worse no more nor less indifferently but as much CHANCE Falls the feather a rythmic suspense of the sinister to be buried in the primal foams erstwhile from whence its raving reared to a peak withered by the identical neutrality of the pit NOTHING of the memorable crisis in which the event would have been fulfilled in view of every void result of man WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE an ordinary elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lower lapping as though to disperse the empty act abruptly which if not by its falsehood would have founded perdition in those regions of the wave wherein all reality dissolves EXCEPT at the height PERHAPS as far as place merges with beyond apart fom the interest as to that indicated in general according to a certain slant through a certain gradient of fires towards it must be the Pole also North A CONSTELLATION cold from neglect and disuse not so much that it does not tell on some void and higher surface the successive shock sidereally of a complete account in the making watching doubting wheeling shining and pondering before it stops at some final crowning point Any Thought offers a Dice Throw