3.24.2022 – cannot think of a

cannot think of a
time that is oceanless have
no destination

Adapted from the passage:

Where is the end of them, the fishermen sailing
Into the wind’s tail, where the fog cowers?
We cannot think of a time that is oceanless
Or of an ocean not littered with wastage
Or of a future that is not liable
Like the past, to have no destination.

in Four Quartets, Dry Passages, Part II by TS Eliot.

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