I try for a poetic language that says, This is who we are, where we have been, where we are. This is where we must go. And this is what we must do.
I will bring you a whole person, You will bring me a whole person, And we will have us twice as much, Of love and everything.
For the span of my memory, this has been a city of opposing wills.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
To identify the enemy is to free the mind.
Idiom is larger than geography it is the hot breath of a people singing, slashing, explorative. Imagery becomes the magic denominator, the language of a passage, saying the ancient unchanging particulars.