Writ large,
In swirling, sparkling, arterial arcs
It is being the first to stand tall
the first to fall
It is going above and beyond
holding the line
It is merciless, brutal beautiful
Writ small,
In the tracks of bitter, fearful tears
It is to stand against and say no more
this much, but no more
It is to not stand idly by
to speak, to act
It is forgiving, but will never forget
It is the final destination of paths that cannot be traced until their
ends are reached
It fears only fear itself
and overcomes