Unhidden

Where, perfection, do you dwell
If not in the touch of one who loves me well

In the curiosity contained within the eyes
Of the soul searching, undisguised
For the compass contained within my center
For permission granted for which to enter

Demurrer

Permission
And you don’t need it
Rocket fuel, though
For out-of-this-world ideals
Owned by idealistic men
Courageous ones with gall
With a willingness
To join hands with the Other
To answer
To make an admission, but never concede
Human

Second

The permission slip

Mine

That I didn’t need, first of all

You gave, then took away

Taunted me with it

Made me give chase

I, unsuccessful then

I, unaccounted for

Walked into class alone, second of all

A laughingstock in my own eyes

Call It

Always then fall 
Times you cannot will to stand 
Quiet yourself, take a bow, take a knee
Until when tomorrow 
Finds your chin straight
Your will intact
With the path lying crisply ahead