Twirling, Twirling, Twirling
Spinning Wildly
In Sunlight
In Unfiltered Aiming Sunlight
Winking Blinking Up Above The
World Is Fueled With
Popsicle Juice
And The Joints Of The Universe Are
Greased With Hope.
Hope, The Erratic, The Longed-For Bird
Who’s Wings Flutter
In My Chest,
Occupying My
Fervent Heart.

What Hand Could Mar This Perfect Day?
What Echo Could Steal This Joy
Away?
What Kind Of Love Could Make Me
Feel This Way?
I Am Undeterred, I Am
Unremorseful,
Unapologetically Myself
Unbound With No
Master Holding Sway.
Fairer Day, Fairer More Undeniable Hope,
Descend From Your Hiding Place.