Listen to the interpretation of tongues given all, all, that is, who listen to a new voice that tells me you and I are of a pattern, similar in that, neither is light that marks the shoals, both rest in the glow of the good dance, consoled for loss of worth in mindless realms, where actors bow and rise in orantic pose praising all that is granted, given, for the taking, for the worth,
full worth of waiting fifty years for the mountain to move.