Not Babel

And, so I was right.
Though in the middle
I would not assign us
a half life.

But, not dreams of
despair, ending, hoping
like I thought I'd have.

If you were really Babel,
I'd be dying today.
Unable to say why.
I don't mind you gone.

This is a different universe.
I can build castles in clouds.
And, I move mountains
and build ladders
getting to them.

My heart is free.
For the first time in years.