We seek, We
Fancy. We adore.
There is this Great Perpetual desire.
A need to want to satisfy this fire.
We are engulfed, in endless torment.
Because of need, of this sheer discontent.
Can We Ascend To greater heights?
By satisfying our longing, that feed desire?
A vision most intense, it feeds the spirit.
It floats me high above the sky.
Will Poetry Achieve our dream so reckless,
So outlandish. with no remorse?
We need so many, many new ideas.
With Lots and lots of splendid ventures.
We need, Symphonic gestures.
Delights of vision, Smells of glory.
We need some rhyme, We need some swing.
To get ahead and be succinct.
There is a need for grander vision.
With delicacy yet not told.
Nikolay Brovcenko 1995