Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

219. MONSIEUR GAUBERT (Heart From the Sea):

Heart from the sea or the eternal parity of Monsieur Gaubert - any of those things could have been working for me at that moment for as I walked away I thought of sound dead silence and the rising attestation of the world about me and as I looked up at the darkening and swelling sky high up I saw the thinnest sliver of the new moon slowly easing downward its slow way to the horizon of evening and as the dark progressed the rounded curve of white grew and I knew that BY THIS MEASURE too could time be seen as one day past the next the same moon would be there changing in its ways above and amongst us - both to deny space and the darkness of stars and light and presence and to bring forth (‘in all the yellowing lights of mankind are seen the thinnest of doorways and low-slung windows the winding cloaks of dawn and doom and death itself wears yellow gloves’) and as we passed so too would the variegated waxings of the lunar passage mark us all for whatever we are or would be and the long thin story of mankind on Earth was to be yet seen (‘for ah the future unfolds yet my fine young men and we are quite worthy walking this way towards joy and happiness and our greased pavilion of paradise daily’) and EVEN THEN EVEN I saw them straining eyes upward the hundreds massed at the Chinese wall searching high the skies and I AGHAST I brought forth intention to watch but heard instead the shooting stars above screech past and the mad midnight Chinatown crowd yelling forth with fireworks loud BUT NOTHING COULD STILL THE MADNESS and the only man who came forward was the man with many arms and like some oriental God of far-off he too swept arms skyward and postured as the moon once thin and new was aged and older now and we all saw the rounding the fullness the orb of Heaven above and what men couldn’t sing they sold - streetshop after streetshop filled with glittered light and colored papers shining jewels and spoons of health and goodness with its own democracy heads northward and then someone else speaks up : “I have been here many years and was always afraid of just this thing – a faceless crowd a broad crazed throng and the metal guns gleaming the leaden bells done ringing the crying and sobbing of hundreds and even more than before the piles of the many dead” but I figured it behooved him to speak that way before all these his people and sailing on alone MYSELF as a fair soldier without connections I still stood straight to listen up and live the memory foretold - ‘one man from the eastern sea will come someday to bring calamity and minions strong without deceit will die by his works yet live by his feats’ - YES TOO I almost wanted to laugh at that but figured not to for if ‘space is its own extension than aren’t we just hanging out?’ but no matter what I said not much else made sense and a lonely cockatoo crowed from someone’s backyard shed and the yellow light shone there too broken like a pattern on the siding and illumined by other lights and all the angles merged into one some strangely cut crystal of light that I saw upon people’s faces and old men’s coats and the trailing shadows and lively cloaks of women and girls as they passed and I wondered of the sunlight and where it had gone and how far is far and how far away and then awkwardly random and abstractedly said I heard : “plus superficiellement encore ce retour aux raciness asiatiques est visible dans les nouvelles modes vestimentaires…” and the French girl’s voice trailed on and I followed nothing no more but watched instead the young kids as they pranced and clenched tightly shut their heavily made-up eyes [‘and the Devil came and took us away and the metal phone booth attached to the wall had fallen and we watched as the rats came out and crawled over what had just before been a happy courtyard of people and only now we realized was a tragic garbage dump filled with leaky bags and a long night’s dripping of trash’] KING KONG QUI RUGIT AVEC UN FOND SONORE.