Ursula,
We lack the words, you say,
to describe the journey
through the dark borderlands
at the end of our time,
as once the want of words
for the ordinary
light which fills half the sky
cast shadows on our lives.
But words were there, waiting,
for untrained ears to hear.
School us now in the sounds
of old life's dialect.
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