Dream big. Dream beyond the constraint of shapes,
the rocking, swaying rollicking concreteness of form.
Dream the distance between today and someday,
dream more fiercely than here, than now, than what is;
Feel the rays of “what if” bounce out to space
In long wavelengths of what will be.
See that what is seen is not seen but interpreted,
Then learn the language of audacity.
Fetch the far-fetched. Dream big.
Dream with a maniacal audacity like
the sensorial, salacious and sane saccade,
the electrochemical, staccato tap-dance of vision.
For it is the steady hand that maintains,
and the trembling mind that creates.