And in the end I think
we will find that
we have made of
our relinquished solitude
a recognizable grace,

a kiss carried home
by desert winds,

the colors of thirst
reflected on an oasis,

the mystique of fall
dancing with the last
resilient roses—

that we have exchanged
the frugal peace
within our old cocoons
for the brilliance
of this mad world,
for flight
that would never
need to be borrowed

that we are two sides
of one conversation:
about being flawed
and being music

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