One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily,
And loving be natural as breathing, and warm as sunlight;
And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted,
Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers;
Unfurl, uncurl, like seaweed returned to the sea.
And work will be simple and swift like a seagull flying;
And play will be casual and quiet as a seagull settling.
And the clocks will stop, and no-one will wonder or care or notice,
And people will smile without reason,
even in the winter, even in the rain.

~ A. S. J. Tessimond ~

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