I was required to study the lessons of liars:
Forced to make lists with the listless of depths and degrees.
Who are these people who fight in the name of a flower?
Who trades a gram of their grain for a seed of disease?
I was as barren and bare as the sand in your eyebrows,
Now I’m four times as fecund as I ever reckoned to be.
That there is a work in progress - as am I, as are we all.
Dress warmly, play fairly, dig deeply.
Remember that it's always easier to get forgiveness than permission.