Freed and lifted to new maximums,
And fresh minimums; there is
Space to let hair grow freely, securely in the
Scalp as messy maps are roughly
Sketched somewhere in envelopes of thought.
The audacity of conjecture, assumptions, diction- the
Absolute insanity of possibility that she is
Far too into Living. Painting spaces with presence
Will someday be recognized as Ambition,
Perhaps matched and challenged by Another.
Where safety lies, fear of consequence accompanies
The heart; they are together in their grave of
Every boring life, with beginning middle and end
Just like the history book would have written it.
Calls for a challenge- perhaps demand a stand
For convictions, values, beliefs. Again, it is
Impossible contradictory feats that at some
Point changed the world. Perhaps ideals
Will never measure up to real world Standards.
But we can try.
