PASSING BY THE EARTH
Every single living human being who encountered the first ray of light of this new century will pass away this century.
If I should make it to the final destination still clear-minded
could you even guess that my intangible hand would still be strumming your lost lute?
if I should push open that sunlight-uncontaminated yet-to-be constructed city gate and still can find no place to rest
do you think that your departed face could ever find my unborn pair of eyes?