I'm going to end with a poem now.
This is a poem written in couplets,
but the first line of each couple and the second line
of each couplet really don't make sense together.
So you keep leaping with the poem.
It's called "Near"--
[AUDIO OUT] "--it intuitive?
I'm just going out for a moment a complete change
of life and a profound rest.
Shall I remember my beach as one reminisces about fame?
My father's tender direct kiss on the lips
meaningless in the way someone thinks.
I'm just going out for a moment, but only
suddenly with no shirt, the beautiful day
coming on tonight.
Fear or freedom, when that's understood,
we build, and it isn't a matter of acquiring.
It's a matter of divesting.
Who were my friends?
Among whom did I move?
Yellow apples, green and red grapes, red and orange pears,
all I want to preserve is the landscape.
A guy walks into a bar, throws down $2,
adjusts his nuts, and orders.
The end of the century cries out.
Now tell me did you get up at night, like this as a child?
On the pretext, night wasn't made for children?
We have to prove we're honest?
How did you know I belong here, a state as obvious
as California?
And who was I stopping to ask, is this real?
The smallest creatures near you are heavenly bodies.
Natch!
I'm just going out for a moment."
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.