–to Wislawa Szymborska, the extraordinaire humanist poet and universal archbishop for agnostics. So sudden, your death news Bestartled the world at its rest Catching last breaths, and then ceased. For you are gone, abrupt and eternal And we could but wonder what you might have said About this, I believe it’d be silverly witty, just like old times, Alas we’re not in those times anymore. Without you life is monotonous, like Living the world without colors, music, and sounds You are the shining hope of beacon to roamers and dreamers Who in their short-lived life are glad to recite your poems, And forevermore satieted and blessed. You are the kind of mother I never have, You are the kind of teacher I want to be, You are the one and only, the exclusive and unparalleled voice From paradise. --

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