Our gulls roar overhead all July, jets intersecting tide, intercepting time, picking off eyes and the glints of wriggling scale.
On our way to Mull, the sullen gull, never full, culled through our brill, then skulked about the hull.
All words’ etymology: the cry. The mother of all words.
All words’ Eve: the wail, the holler, the pull. The squalor of gulls’ squalls.
The orthography of noon: the A in apex.
Noon: sin cos sun.
Once each year in the tropics, noon picks you out of a lineup of billions. I’m on the lam, north of Cancer.
Smirk at noon’s slight slant? The sun’ll cure the Tropic of Cancer and smoke you out.
Don’t be cocksure on account of noonshine’s slight slant. Nothing crows at noon’s bright still.
50. Jefferson and Lincoln paired a society’s ability to govern itself with the proposition that all men are created equal. 51. Equal? Man requires a hierarchy (I’ll give Hobbes that), but Locke & Jefferson deliver: Man stands above Nature and below Nature’s God. 52. Jesus declares an equality-in-hierarchy: “I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God” (John 20:17). 53. Christianity even honors all three levels – God, People, and Nature – with separate resurrections in order of hierarchy. 54. Man requires a hierarchy. So, from a political standpoint, there must be a God because there must be a man. That’s liberalism. 55. Natural law is based on human nature set (and tugged) between angels and beasts.