The end is we!
For when we escape our capsules nothing here will exist;
All things, names, borders, titles, divisions we think of as reality
Will slowly melt into a finger painting;
Nature & Sky will be Yellow,
Male & Female, Blue,
Land & Water, Red,
You & I, Us, One
Drip
Running down the construction paper.
The end is we!
For when we transcend time
We will always have time to settle our differences,
To say the things we mean,
To only be ashamed of being ashamed,
And when space collapses into us
We need never worry of loneliness.
The end is we!
For when the end ends,
And we have no choice but to start anew,
We will step forward and say, “Where do I begin?”
