across the sea

and he realized the end was no end at all but, well, what was it he said? there is no more, he said. just as there are no more. and as he did, and as the evening waves played at his shins, and as the lapping sound against the darkening beach was the endless sound of the end going on and on, you could hear the lapping, among the sound of the playing, among the sounds you could see his fingers make as they traced themselves across the sea, and as his silent lips moved they traced the words I will not stop across the sea