Where are they now?

All purities are paradoxes
there is no vacuum packed determinism

You can give and make a difference

You can love without measuring

the cost of losing it

You can create

while everything roots for destruction

even in the scope of our limits

we have power

Languish in your dissonance

It's the oscillations,

the riding wavelengths

That weaves the path

of least resistance

It's the struggle to give back

and do it different

That lets us run the river

Bleeding into basins

Beautiful sketches

Blooming like nerve beds

Swirling like hot pits

Coming together like happy accidents

The meeting of our attempts

to co-create

You did that

You made that change

A tiny creature 
in

A tiny space

and

You've got something to say.