We found the end wasn’t quite as clear.

We found the end , about as clear as sand dunes in the distance.

Before silver and gold; and as clear as what preceded both of those.

Preceding torture and preceding the wind, too.

Two separate things thing entirely; two desperately lonely things.

given the chance to be on the right side,
I turned my Judas ear towards the noise,

to the spaces,

to the traffic; to the apostles .