Sing praises!

Outside your bedroom window
the caged bird sings along.

Outside your bedroom window
even the moon butchers a song

So Croak!
even when your voice cracks

Croak!
even when you're out of tune

Croak!
even when your words

Cluster
at the bottom of your throat.

Crying
is not only for the weak

Crying!
is not only for the primal.

Throw up your hands
and let your grinning,
Flailing
limbs scream

"Yes!"