We don't have to see ourselves
As rivers to the sea,
When we can be the basins
Into which Time flows.
We don't have to force ourselves
To run within our words,
When everywhere are mysteries
Upon which we can dance.
Why should we draw boundaries
When there's such joy in yes?
Let tragedies that reach us
Interrupt our laughter.
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Nicholas Gordon
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