We will live forever in fragments,
misunderstood, misinterpreted like Socrates.
Who will be our Plato? Words will evolve
into new languages that speak more precisely
about the depths of the world, like whales
sounding the harbor, finding its limits, hunting
for an opening to the expanse of sea and the
warm embrace of the Gulf Stream where
childhood is an infinite dream and songs
are fragments from a deep dark past.