A New Testament to the tapped out and stymied:
Write.

It's difficult, honestly,
Creating a balance with
unpredictability.
But there's a chorus,
Ideas distilled into this
Cryptic collective claim
Of form and veracity,
An inspired debut,
Opening, following, and continuing it's trajectory
To collect and deliver
Glorious entertainment.

Hint,
It's hidden in plain sight,
The lynchpin:

Desire.

Eternally perform--
Create a role,
Practicing the dreams
Of a life
Recalled, a heart which contours a ****, grounded
Reality, it's on rendition,
The original--enduring.

A heart played in full reflects
Revolutionary works, purposefulness,
and at the same time,
A place in Art.

His eyes, milk-pale, show more than a single place--
A zone regarded as nourishment,
Sip it.

Entranced by this flow of the frame,
She appears sensuous, like the wind,
A legend.

Together, a faultless rhythm:
Footnotes to silent memories.

Last month,
He wanted change
Both rustic and refined,
Open

More spacious,

Friendly, and precious.
Each chosen effect,
Dressed and palpable.
Still, the wonders of the more pedestrian standard
Blister and accentuate:
This is good enough.