Needless to say, I love you more
in the deep pulp of beforehand,
when the glacial turns into sun
and the sperm goes away in the effort,
and we are curdled with ashes
eager to split the cavilar of wood.
Needless to say, freedom to you,
that I dream you plowing in iron and wise scourge,
going back to err and err unceremoniously
on a horse and on a spirited bud,
which is a way of understanding to love
and another day that you beat at a trot
eager to throw the earth to moo, the light to roll.
Needless to doubt that freedom loving
hurt me again
he wins by returning.
How hungry to have what freedom you
I join you in the memory of the outrage,
I will remember you and wake you up,
I fit the heart with the hearts,
it lashes out, without stopping, the stay
dark in what you drink
the injury and its brew.
What a man to return for you to be free
free her name and her swift bodice,
his belly quartz and his agony story,
and his chains, his watch, his child.
And come, join us, and listen to you
with his two hands and his three affections,
and its glistening
his job of hurting
the light to come.
If it's going to burn, it wins on the moon
and we have to walk it together earth to ground
that in the roots freedom we unite
Only among all we can make this a better place :)