I’d like to see you in front of a crowd, see them lift their heads for once, see them accepted. I'd like to see them humble you, the way I humble you. I’d like to see your eyes clear, for once; sober, for once. I’d like to hear what poetry you whisper alone in the dark, what songs you could bequeath us, grace us, praise us. When the land shifts and we face the new era, you are the prologue. Show us where to begin.











