"Elevate is a cleaner, sweeping star dust from the floor of the universe, the rust shaken off when you rehearse, a verse from the very first oral scripture. A picture, taken by blind men with no hands, sand dunes, oceans and desert bloom. It is you, dues paid, blues, bended guitar strings, new days, rings around Saturn, vinyl on replay, spinning records DJ, and breaking them. Closed fists bump, two boys, hoods up, goes to the library. A baby sleeping, humanity dreaming. This is poetry. Whatever you want it to be."