It is easy to praise doubt
for most beauty wavers subtly,
sways, blossoms, dissolves in petals.

And it is easy to praise frailty
for most of us are frail
as a shimmering gorgeous beetle
ripe for the crushing.

But let me grow beyond the brittle carapace;
let me grow bones within
to leap like an ibex on the crags
with that sure footing which approaches flight.