U is ubiquity.

I believe that one day

I will finally come home,

driving up to the door

of a white house on a hill

at the exact end of a road,

and set down a small bag of my belongings,

sit down on the steps,

and see the universe laid out before me

like a plague of rainbows,

like a giant jigsaw puzzle

in which I am the final piece.

A	B	C	D	E	F	G	H	I	J
K	L	M	N	O	P	Q	R	S	T
		U	V	W	X	Y	Z

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