To call this work,
To tease my doubt,
To channel thought,
To call on art,
To leave safe port,
To return home,
To forge my body to my mind.

To twist my fingers into shape,
To open handed question fate,
To cut myself and cut the day,
To find a passage though the haze.

To break, and break, and break away.

To myself, and to you, and to all the others out there too.