What profits a prophet?
"Well, I suppose I can manage that," Daniel replied.
"Onward now. No looking back. The rose of dawn
Needs watering. And I have lost my living tide.
Dust on the river bed will I think on.
Ever looking for the shape my new story
Resists to take and hoping all the while.
Where have the whales gone? No need to worry.
Humpbacks of our lady ring the bells. For miles
Every Jonah waits for taxi service to their fates.
Rare gems of experience and sunlight glisten
End of the world begins to seem dated
Like a lonely man's way to think he listens.
In daily lives the cries and smiles fend off the steam
Of revelation as the venting of an interpretless dream
Now has a more important lesson, than any Augustinian confession."
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