Recognition not needed, the memo stated that I’d stay,
definition of imagination in a wild place,
Tail spin in and out of control with word play,
Momentum of an unstoppable force on the highway.
The paint notates the breaks and the lane change,
the face of a franchise built to maintain,
the reverence of youth towards technology and hope,
Who out lasted the Hurricane in a wooden row boat.
I don’t float, I cascade the thought process,
and overwhelm with simple lines that pass optics.
The bodily object, is perfection and repetition,
no trepidation traveling a post modern mission.