for Liege's graduation

Where are your limits?
The cold metal bars of finitude
Press reassuringly against your palms.
But a desert cannot be caged.
The wild heat behind your eyes
Remains untamed.
Not until you accept the abyss
That hides under your name.
Not until you have disrobed yourself
Of yourself, can you truly
Begin to be born.
And we will watch
Breathless at the worlds you unfold