Now empty halls
Of madness
Reflecting on
The inmate’s time here
Brings me sadness
Reflecting on
The inmate’s time here
Brings me sadness
I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast
And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me
Strips my
Being
Away
Presence
Without
Ego
Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent
But it made
A man
Of the boy
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility
I love a country that is big
That is grand
Where the sky
Makes love to land