The Sea-Wave X

Whenever . . . I was joyful (I was so seldom joyful), there would be a voice. In my ear. A soft voice. A voice like the water. It would change, as water changes. But the words. They did not change. The words. They were always the same.

“The sea-wave comes and goes forever. It rushes against everything forever. Nothing, not iron, survives it. For the sea-wave flows forever. It takes away everything, forever. All crumbs, and the phantoms of all things. Until they’re nothing. Everything, we have. The good things of earth. The miserable things. All suffering. All, is salt. Your bones. They will wash away. It will take them, the wave, away. The Earth itself, is salt, and will wash away. In the wave. For it comes and goes, forever.”

And there would be no more joy.