to be clear

water falls up toward critical mass

of cracked open hope

that fulfills folly's cause

I do not bleed sweat petals of demure

I do not feign vague unaware

I do not pretend to think that I am

what I am not

I hold no schemes of intent

I have clasped the blush of youth

and already released, blessed

I watch now, observant as ever

no flickering hesitation mine...and yet

to dream