Not One Inch Has Length

Heaven has not left the long dead bone, alert mouse whiskers, still move the seven seas. At the beginning and the end there is nothing to come, that has not come and is. Mammoths stride a thousand leagues, over a single blade of grass. One small sparrow - an Ark for infinity. All that is, is but one single event. The speckled hen lays worlds within worlds. The unbridled beaks of seagulls, unlock a book, of common prayer.