only the most expensive grace can transcend its temptation to cheap moralism the longest of ladders hardest climbed to a top still holds a child’s joy when monkey swung returning to mother’s tongue frees compulsion’s insisting consistency one pure blood in a father’s land habitual choice is exploded love unconstrained by words overthrows politic politeness I’ll be hanged if I’ll be hanged for anything less than the most costly prisoned freedom is not mysterious only hard to remember when not tending roots