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[apiphile]

next time we will not build ships

Next time we will not build ships
No, we will wade out in the waters
And eyeball the horizon where the sun lives
Knowing that where the light lies
Is also where the night is born;
We will accept that time is not to be caught in cogs and bars
But to be glimpsed in all the air kissed by a falling leaf
To be reflected in the many tears of the dancing stream.
We will appreciate this island for what it is:
A prison to protect the world from us
And we will listen, my love,
We will obey when our parents say
Do not cross the ocean toady
- next time we will not die on the battlefield
- next time we will not to Troy
- next time we will smooth clay with our clinging fingers
And soothe pain with our careful words
We will create, and not destroy and we will not--
Next time
Next time... We will not build ships.