Many Missions

Embark upon the uncharted,

Lay new plans on the

over polished grain,

Break routines and routes,

with avenues and mounds,

conspire to…

perspiring to stretch,

new muscles,

new uniforms,

to be broken in,

and depths to explore within,

begin, betray and birth,

anew,

a fresh, abound,

of conserved energy,

exploration and

contemplation,

forget the rules,

define one’s own,

betray the familiar,

To birth from creative,

Inventive, castings from

the lives prior,

the bridges built on

clay are sinking,

once bestowed with beauty,

and now breathing from

additive mediums,

methods and improvisations,

what happens next is

real, found and

foundry,

poured for permanence,

and apparent souls

and soldiers.

Standing tall to surf to

the next chapter,

the realm of future

potential, possibilities

and end of portability.

Build dams to damn the

transient strength,

facade of dear,

facing real honest

exploration of being,

breathing and breaking,

invisible boundaries,

Never bonded, or bound,

just painted upon,

and never relished

but relinquished of possibility,

potential and poetry.

Potency diluted through diligent protection from

imagined hurdles,

hauled baggage of

bullshit, built upon,

presumed conclusions of futures.