Epilogue by Matt Morris Next day, putting out in your little skiff with arrowy swiftness on the blue, you sailed ’til you lost the sun among other things, like, I don’t know, credibility? Anything that big, I yelled from shore, is impossible to ditch. You cupped your hands & shouted back, but I didn’t catch your rejoinder. When you didn’t return, I shivered in the weird dark. Where were you? Stars riddled the sky, which, not legally required to answer, kept mum. An ocean between us, the bitter water, waves. Gyroscope Review 20 !