"Through myopia of vision, unimaginative, unable
To see but the vague tenor of their greatness
That is poised to be resuscitated
By breath of soul's intent?"

My respect for you Hive account@d-pend, grows by the day, despite being new to this amazing platform. Your imaginative, intriguing poetry is really classless.
Yes, we could be all we truly want to be, yet we see only a "vague tenor of our greatness" having peeked "between trepidatious fingers". What makes our fingers "trepidatious" instead of calm and stable, fingers through which we could view our desired greatness, no longer in a "dewy outline", but as something crystal clear, solid and achievable??
You still answered it all;
"Through myopia of vision, unimaginative, unable
To see but the vague tenor of their greatness
That is poised to be resuscitated
By breath of soul's intent?"
Shortness of vision, unimagination,lack of confidence, you name it.
I wish i could make the whole world read this so that our next generation of men would realise as you said in your "Notes" that "that the distance between our greatest nightmares and most ecstatic dreams is not so great after all.".
All we will ever require is the "breath of soul's intent".
Thank you.