Connected

Given the time
to produce a rhyme
saying with grace and
keeping rhythm in time

Find the path to say the ideas
that everyone hears
in their souls
the vision sears

Through the years
we find new parts
in our hearts
and make new starts

Making art
takes time
we say
it’s mine

Me is on the page
going into your ear
and through your mind
you find

Nothing queer
between our touch and our touch
we near
beginnings and revealings

In a box
don’t look out
brains not rocks
give up on doubt

Resistance is great
our minds are blank
we exit the void
increase our rank

Above what we feared
our boundary cleared
ideas flow between
as if we have always been
connected.