Sticks and stones may break
my bones, but the names I call
myself will **** me.

The message has been sent
among the stacked corroborations
remain the only touch
perhaps night will
obscure the notions
honor, trust, courage
a remembrance of  things passed

the message has been sent
the water endlessly seeking the sea
an eternity
pebbles roll along the stream floor
underfoot
the water ankle deep
an moment

the message has been sent
within the certification
release the only intonation
duty, mercy, hope
all living things relent

stretched before me forever
new chains have been forged
the message has been sent

Take a seat and push with your feet.
Feel the smooth, rocking glide.

Pump your legs hard and fast.
Hold on tight to the chains.

As you rise higher, ever higher
Reach out and touch the clear blue sky.

Rush through the air, defy gravity.
Lean back against the forward motion

And feel the sheer
                             joy
                                   of
                                       being.