Into the night - Martin Egblewogbe

A story, timeless:
it tells itself again

and the waves beat again and froth the shore
and the waves beat again and froth the shore

The sun is westering.
Ancient winds thunder across the water.
Soon the moon will be sailing,
glinting on the scales of the old sea-monster.

and the waves beat again and froth the shore
beat again and froth the shore
froth the shore
froth the shore

the story tells itself again
o wonder that it does not exhaust!
Starlight will soon pierce the orb.

Wild, wild, world of long ago
exploding volcanoes and boiling seas.
Winged beasts mounted the air
and man was but a worm.
But in promethean glare
– yet it has been but a flash –
the worm became man, and the man
becomes a worm again.

and the waves beat and froth the shore
beat and froth the shore
again.
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