Powerfully penned, and very good.

It's an insane kind of sanity that makes a poet go against the grain of life and show the way.

Ron

I find this to be a unique word version of the pictoral "Harold And The Purple Crayon" by Crockett Johnson. It rings with harmonics of life so hairpin-turned from monotone. Although it is difficult to juxtapose the word 'child' with the words 'waits patiently', I love "...waits patiently for the inordinate/To redden the veins of life again." That is a stunningly visual concept, and who but a child would know how red the veins of life can go? The third stanza holds several dimensions: "....sentenced to space...." brings the feeling of being quarantined in your room to have a good time instead of punishment - ".....alternative precipice...." then descends with your lyric form down and backward, wherein the elements listed fall to the bottom line: "mediocrity...." I like how "And all but your own inner voice deem you over the edge." wrapping into the end where the 'all' are the ones 'falling' over the edge in a waterfall of lack. Wonderful~ Diana