somewhere it was written

across night--which's the very

same night that appears at the

end of day.

which's the very same day that

has always contained night.

whereon day will be driven out,

there will be no portent of this

banishment--just what is written

across night.

day forced to perpetually read

what it can not reveal.

Shofar wedged back into the idle

skull of an antelope.