catch a spate of flying dreams,
  hold them for a feathered rest,
tell the moon to send its beams,
  call the sunbirds to their nest,
give no thought to fears arising,
nor to conscience terrorizing,
            just stay
            a day
and dream the tears you had away.

run in circles, walk in place,
  lay a hand upon a brow,
draw out past the edge of trace,
  find the “why” that births the “how”
give no thought to what is coming,
nor the echoes of lost drumming,
            and breaks
just know you now have what it takes

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