There were no breakers and no waves, for not a breath of wind was stirring. Only a slight oily swell rose and fell like a gentle breathing, and showed that the eternal sea was still moving and living. And along the margin where the water sometimes broke was a thick incrustation of salt - pink under the lurid sky. There was a sense of oppression in my head, and I noticed that I was breathing very fast.
no tomb for the pharaohs
no light in the trees
no food for the sparrows
no fish in the sea
my name and my visage the ages shall bear
look on my works and despair
second door, supporting frame collapsed. lath and plaster. outlines of wooden beams, shafts of steel nails. noted an inscription. noted a section of copper pipe. in the chamber beyond, under spiderwebs and ash, under carbonized paper, under piled sand, begin catalog:
as they were we are, as they are we shall be, as we shall be they are, world without end, life without end.
it had never crossed my mind
though i tried
no it had never crossed my mind
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