I know a palm tree can be coaxed into the direction of the newborn sun,
and beautiful children, asleep, do construe, fabrications-dreamlike-spun.
A gulf as vast as the eye can see, so vast, the voices will not sound,
dejectedly, incommunicable, we stumble past, filled with questions of profound.
Blinding waves of divine invitation sometimes tend to saturate the senses,
transference of illumination, like water, erodes away defenses.
Your clock, ticking slower now, will purify offenses,
Be a good neighbor:
avow to take down all your fences.