Lunch is almost over
All that is left
Is the time to settle
To find the heart
Of the cause
For longing
A voyage to the horizon
Of the hurt
Of the separation
Between the crumpled inner core
And the vaguest of far-distance
Simply begin the conversation
Fear not
For failures words
Neither those of suggestion
Feel empathy
As if the destruction itself
Was in truth a kindness
Think on
Of those veritable monks
And next years longed-for visit
Work through
The contributions you might make
To their deliberations
Rest in this beauty
Contemplate on the gifts
Which you each have been gifted
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