“Excitement pounds upon the walls of perception, rolling its nimble digits to the tune of kinesis/
Power converges with Tact, weaving the intricate handshakes of each borough through formidable gravity. Ambition tugs at the coattails of complacent verse, revisions proofread by the owl eyes of Intent. Fear is an agent of the inert, who remains acknowledged, but overlooked.
Freedom is the common denominator, on all fours, a moderator of this most splendorous crucible.
A conference of archivists at the table of history. A monument to peace. We are Poetic Thrust.”