We have thought deeply;Our responsibility endsWhen we leave this place;It will be such a relief.We click our tongues;We wear our oldnessOn our hanging selves.The symmetry remainsWholly outside our grasp,Whatever we do still.Beams of yellow lightFlood our parks, our eyes.Those pixels are getting lost,From our translucent skiesWhen we lie under the skySquiggly worms no longerSwim behind [...]


