N's poem of address

 This is driving Craig mad, so I'll just post it.

And it read: 

I.    Lean in.

Know the worm for what it does

and not by what the hook might say.

Understand the agitators,

those who practice alchemy

on soils and souls

beneath the surface,

making pockets for our roots’

migration through a boulevard

of dreams and to the stars.

II.  Be disturbed.

Blister with an indignation.

Be the sulfur on a match.

Understand the role of Outrage

beating sheets against her teeth

in thick despair,

committing music

to our ears until the psalm

of little shrieks subsides because

an orchestra prevails.

III. Think again.

Pay attention to the rage that

squeezes up in times of pain.

Understand that fissures driven

in the rock are there to ease

the caustic climb

from molten core through

cooling chambers of the heart;

an absolution by degrees

from which to summit [naked].

IV. Look no further.

Reconsider limitations

chafing at the wrists of you.

Understand the alchemy

of music struck like sulfur tips

against a dream;

commit like magma

coursing down a boulevard

in sheets of promise

teething on the stars.

I mean to say, Martha, my Martha:

Bend your eyes from a catastrophe of the heart

to the sand that makes the pearl.

—Nicole Parizeau