i and i wept
by the waters of Knoxville
remembering Zion
repatriation, what a notion
slowly, we came to our senses
the brave new world
closing in around us
we sought our refuge
at the doors of perception
timothy leary and
Marcus Garvey
were on a bad trip
together one day
when it began to snow outside
like grace
from heaven, falling
i was there with them
the angel of death
my thanatalivity
is all i know now
i will make it
to the end
Written ca. 2012