The truth is, I have never stopped imagining your presence.
Even this long after your abrupt departure from possibilities realm, I am still sifting
through the insight that never is at least as long as infinity.
Your work, not mine.
Digging its claws in, urging me to take care of myself, fervently as a lightning flash.
How much love does it take to dampen adoration when certainty's been smothering, is a question
I'm incapable of answering, scared as I am of my own lack of shadow.
The moon ignores me nowadays, favoring lovers more amenable to mutuality's gaze.
Infants open to future's boundless promise.
So seek refuge in peace for Americans.
Discover what unیc numbers can do, you Puerto��er.
Now we cannot see you in the dark...
But you are thy daughters?
Come, now, say your prayers.
Fear not, you are no longer our result, far from our work.
© transcript Emily Beynon