My boy limbs
Strawberry flesh &
Bone-white all;
Protect me from whatever winter
And keep me glowing in the sun always

I take the deepest breath ever
And go nimble & quick-footed
Over every hill and green
Wanting nothing but myself
Strawberry flesh &
Bone-white all
And forever

The godhead shakes from sleep
The thin film of memory
Shakes from his memory
The thin veil of sleep
Separated by endless stars
And shakes his head sleepily
Having just awoken
Fresh as a budding flower from the earth
As he has been already
Endlessly
Searching for the answers
Grasping at the limbs of a larger tree
Just before falling
Awakening from that dream
Hopping to the next
His infinite cousins
Who are all us and him together
Each unknowing to the end
Strangers to ourselves

Sadness is the wine of the soul
You, when looking down on me didn't know
How I've made mine perfect
Through many years
Effortlessly.

Pain that has every title,
Seeps like the rain to my roots
And gives me fear of nothing
But fear of feeling anything at all.

And I wait in the dark of life
Still like in sleep
Until the hour
All clocks stop.

When with you,
All clocks stop.
When with you,
Sadness grows
In saying goodbye.

Four simple words I'll give:
Goodbye,
I love you.
Still like in sleep
Until the hour
All clocks stop.

Allow me now to say,
That though the dark is deep
And blinds the light of day,
It's comfort crawls alone in sleep.

Hands that played now are stayed, cold;
Dark is the night, death is darker still.
But age does not make us old,
Youth in you time cannot ****.

And fallen, fallen, all the past.
You stand at the door, turn your head, and part -
Gone, now forever at last,
And stay the beating of that heart.

You who smiled gave a moment pause;
The mirror broken tells of a false face,
For every small and gracious cause
Bears the burden of this race.

Allow what will to be your life's brief end,
That betrays the memory yet lingering on -
From little faith sweet lies descend,
My friend, my family forever gone.

Freedom to live,
freedom to die,
freedom american,
or fredom un-american.
Live as you like,
be as you like,
as all should be,
be as all should be.

Freedom is an act,
and love is no peace.
Live forever, die forever.

They call me expatriate,
and I go on living.
They say I should die,
and I go on living.

Freedom to live,
freedom to die,
I sigh,
I recoil,
"ah, must be a lie".

Freedom is no number,
death is no song.
Life is no art,
words are no truth.

Freedom is yours,
and freedom is mine.
No flag,
no country,
no truth.
Freedom is no lie.

Gaping, their chasm
Red
Like silver bullets,
Pink and purple.

Flashing like fires,
Through the shrub and trees.

Eyes run,
Feet catching the ground
Fast.

The spots are running,
The wind with them.

Bittersweet in this prison where no one can touch me
I see people out there smiling,
And they're laughing at me.