Grow Global, Dear Frankie Ace

Towards thy very best I project a saving nest To save the wordy test From the earthly pest And to luck, leave the rest As pure as a blank page That gets poets' hearts into cage The worries and bubbles of age Get some disengage And others enrage Don't mind them-- every open tongue Measuring the troubles of failed lung Restrains those awesome lines unsung Drown those swimmers so young Without a practical provisional aqualung You, be sure thy laboring sight Travels horizon beyond their plight And relinquish to ignite souls' lights Poked amidst truth and lie to benight Before thy ever gracious sprite, alights Thanks for the nomination I enjoyed all expressed intentions Though there are some to mention Dragging my contentious attention Projecting a consequential convention