The dark backward
and abysm of time [Prospero]
the time
‘twixt six
she that dwells
ten leagues beyond man’s life
What’s past
is prologue
and now farewell
till half an hour hence
within this half hour
will he be asleep
the sixth hour, my lord,
at which time you said out work should cease
Full fathom thy father lies,
of his bones are coral made