We part, each on our own path
...no longer united.
Shards of a once unified day, scatter.
In the long shadows of the old towers,
Babel’s echoes linger, misunderstood.
Before the tongues twisted and were lost,
Voices shared, and the plains glowed with trust.
Their dreams reached skyward, unmarred and clear
And in unity, they placed their hopes and fears.
After the confounding of speech,
They scattered across lands, reaching far.
Each tongue became a distinct flame,
...now alone,
No longer intertwined, each its own domain.
Even in its fragments, Babel held sway:
A memory of yesterday's unity embraced.
Better both before and after the fall,
In its breaking, a whispered call remained.
To understand and bridge the wide gaps,
To see beyond its walls, where dreams reside.
In every parting, echoes find their way
Of Babel's haze-lit night and dawn.
We walk our paths, lessons learned
...from Babel's aftermath.
In our disparate, silent cries rising
We seek a way to lift our scattered voices high.
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