If the time is right,
go to the mountaintop;
let your song rise and
intertwine with starshine;
let it lift the world’s heavy heart.

Split tradition; let its layers
splinter like shale.
From what remains
make something new.
This time, let it fit you.

Don’t think you’re the first
or last to find ties too tight,
to believe in another way.
Stretch, shape this radiant life
into your own constellation.