[ 10 AM ] or [ 10 PM ] ^_^
! ohisms : β±Λｑβ βͺ ππππ πππππππππ.
[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars.
κΒ Β Β π‘π π°ππππ‘ππ¬ ππ‘π π¨π₯π π¦ππ§ ππ«π¨π¦ π ππ’π¬πππ§ππ.Β Β Β Β Β aΒ dark Β figure Β makes Β no Β effort Β to Β hide Β or Β dither, Β watching Β the Β godlet-thing Β approach ,Β bristling Β at Β the Β edges Β like Β an Β animal Β with Β forsaken Β territory.Β as if it matters. Β ishaq's Β hair Β drips Β wet, Β salt Β running Β into Β his Β eyes,Β sight Β clear Β no Β matter Β the Β night.Β Β Β SOMETHING OF AN ANIMAL CURIOSITY TO HIM, TOO. Β Β Β when Β did Β he Β get Β hereΒ ?Β Β did he wash ashore,Β Β justΒ Β nowΒ ?Β Β he's been standing here forever. Β Β Β Β he Β saw Β the Β saint Β in Β the Β reflection Β of Β a Β spilled Β glassΒ thatΒ morning.Β a Β glimpse,Β and Β states Β and Β borders Β and Β distance Β meant Β nothing.Β he Β belongs Β to Β the Β DEEP.Β Β oldΒ Β godsΒ Β pickΒ Β him Β up Β and Β tossΒ Β him Β around, Β and Β he Β is Β passive, Β mild, Β with Β no Β want Β to Β argue Β against Β it.Β Β Β Β wants exist not Β for his kind.Β Β " it'll be may soon,"Β Β his mouthΒ Β runs, Β filled Β with Β salt,Β nose Β simmering.Β Β enough Β seawater Β burning Β in Β his Β lungs Β to Β allowΒ Β itΒ Β a Β conversation.Β Β discomfortΒ Β edgesΒ Β inΒ Β theΒ Β rivuletsΒ Β downΒ Β hisΒ Β fingertips :Β Β ISHAQΒ Β BELONGSΒ Β TOΒ Β THEΒ Β OCEAN,Β Β butΒ Β thisΒ Β SEAΒ Β Β isΒ Β CLAIMED .Β Β "Β who are you giving up this time, boy ? Β "
