If there is to be no more normal
Then I for one am glad,
When reporters refer to a body count
As records from an Olympiad.
Normal was overrated,
Kept me pacified and doled;
I would find a new future unplacated,
Blazing brightly, urgent and bold,
Which unites the common purpose,
A worldwide convention with soul and mind,
Which unbottles potential from the normal,
And greater rewards there we will find
Than the politico and press combined
With chancellors and professors
Could not imagine in their time,
And we halt the hidden transgressors.
Seven Hundred Jisei 