Now,
Begin.
Now,
After long day,
Long week,
Long year,
Long life . . .
Now,
Begin.
Now,
In this interstice,
In this collision of inspiration
And exhaustion,
Out of your cage now
Tiny soul.
Emerge,
Unfold,
Stretch
And sing O tarnished voice,
Sing with all candor
And longing,
An unconscious song
Sung half-asleep while dreaming.
Now, begin.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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