...and we will dream
that death shall die,
and understand
what moves the
rhythms surrounding us,
and imagine far,
farther than can
ever be realized
(for we can stretch
beyond the reaches
of the end of time
if our thought
is of enough light),
and no, we will
not desire ever
to be silent, for
our voice is a precious
inconvenience:
at the oddest times,
out comes the truth…
