Let us dare to believe that we are full of greatness
that poetry is alive within our souls
that beauty inures our passions
that a star can snatch our breath from our lips
that the darkness is visible
and all possibilities are possible.
Let us dare to pulse with our own inadequacy
lifted up by our failures on wings that cannot falter
for already low we have sunk sullenly.
Let us dare to be inhumanely human.
Let us free our hair from rubber shackles
free our voices from uneven whispers!
Let us holler, dance, stumble, tangle!
Let us live a life that is full of moments,
moments of quiet purity, as dew collects on uncut grass
moments of ecstasy as we plunge into the raging river
moments of organic, rough-cut, effervescent vulnerability.
Let us dare.