Whales

Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the seagreat heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies.And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender youngand dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.