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.