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We've finally left behind
the future, we're
gone, at last,
we're here
The threshold is back
there, behind
us,
Nowhere
I'm glad to be gone
from the
end, at
Last
I'm happy to be back
at the beginning,
The headwaters
of the narrow
path,
The icing on the
freeway,
To become the humble bumble
bee I used to
be
I climbed the great, inverted
tree
I saw what I could
see
I fell like outlaw
rain into the
sea
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El Rosario de Arriba, MX