To the end of the world,
maybe, we will speak the language of sun,
the language that propels us high,
against the gravity of separations
on the last day of the world
maybe, we can find out again
that we are a conversation,
partners in earth and sky,
within us is enfolded
the entire language of universe,
the alphabet of connection.
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