brazen mouth, shining full
of glory and ego and possibility,
spit your message out now
and leave the hand-wringing
for the castrated puppeteers.
mouth to hands, make the work
that must be done a golden chore:
make the future a tidal basin
of dreaming, and wade in
knee-deep, open-eyed, hand in hand.
emboldened mind, with hands
on keys and words in mouths,
boiling over with silver ideas
to burnish the future into
something presentable to children;
destroy the urge to hesitate,
prove your unbridled path!
lines will be drawn, and those
who cannot follow this new light
are not wrong: they are your
foundation, the legs upon which
your swinging hips and swiveled
shoulders depend. they are
your resource and your rock,
and you are the sea foam
pushing against the solid shore.