The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.
You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded.
Unjust use of force, strength, and brutality. Those are the forces that make me feel vulnerable.
Discrimination is a bad bad bad thing.
So we must love, while these moments are still called today, take part in the pain of this passion play, stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust, until time makes history of us.
You will taste a way of life profoundly nourishing and from your tongue may spring a song or poem or sentence or word or maybe nothing but silence. Silence only the heart can turn to song.