<-- .. title: Jobin's Monologue .. slug: jobin-monologue .. date: 2020-05-20 .. type: text -->

The ground is but a memory,

And sapphires fill my eyes

Black night and bleached bone-ivory

Have muddled grey with truth and lies;


But bring me far, and bring me near

To where the red dawn glows

Where gristle, green, and galvanize

The lands wherein my treasure grows.