Knowledge Poem by Wre Rabaca

When mountains move and rivers dry, so shall I.
When the dead arise and flowers fall, so shall all.
And when you go to the end of the earth and beyond you shall know everything of everything.
Then the mountains shall still and the rivers fill.
The dead shall fall and the flowers rise.
You will see me and I you, and we shall go on to live another day.
Untill we shall still and sleep with the dead once more.