September 25, 2015:
Seal of King David, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.
Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat.
My father is dead. Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity.