I start up in the north I grow from special seed. I sprinkle it with sensibility. From French and Hungarian snow. I linger in the sprouting until my engine’s full. Then I move across the sea. To European bliss. To language of poets. As I cut the cord of home. I kiss my mother’s mother. Look to the horizon. Wide eyed new ground. Humbled by my new surroundings. I am a citizen of the planet. My president is kwan yin. My frontier is on an airplane. My prisons: homes for rehabilitating. Then I fly back to my nest I fly back with my nuclear but everything is different. So I wait my yearn for home is broadened patriotism expanded by calling from beyond. So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacred. I am a citizen of the planet. My laws are all of attraction. My punishments are consequences. Separating from source the original sin. I am citizen of the planet. Democracy’s kids are sovereign. Where the teachers are the sages. And pedestals fill with every parent. And so the next few years are blurry the next decades’ a flurry of. smells and tastes unknown. Threads sewn straight through this fabric through fields of every. color one culture to another. I come alive and I get giddy I am taken and globally naturalized. I am a citizen of the planet. From simple roots through high vision. I am guarded by the angels. My body guides the direction I go in. I am a citizen of the planet. My favorite pastime edge stretching. Besotten with human condition. These ideals are borne from my deepest within