People Give One Another Things

I'm A Candle Flame That Sways In Currents Of Air You Can't See. You Need To Be The One Who Steadies Me To Burn.

The Caged Eagle Become A Metaphor For All Forms Of Isolation, The Ultimate In Imprisonment. A Zoo Is Prison.

People Give One Another Things That Can't Be Gift Wrapped.

The Primacy Of The Word, Basis Of The Human Psyche, That Has In Our Age Been Used For Mind-bending Persuasion And Brain-washing Pulp, Disgraced By Gobbles And Debased By Advertising Copy, Remains A Force For Freedom That Flies Out Between All Bars.

Power Is Something Of Which I Am Convinced There Is No Innocence This Side Of The Womb.