There May Be A Time

Drugs Are A Bet With Your Mind.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

Expose Yourself To Your Deepest Fear; After That, Fear Has No Power, And The Fear Of Freedom Shrinks And Vanishes. You Are Free.

Tell Them You Came, And Saw, And Looked Into My Eyes And Saw The Shadow Of The Guard Receding. Thoughts In Time And Out Of Season, The Hitchinker Stood By The Side Of The Road And Levelled His Thumb In The Calm Calculus Of Reason. [...] Why Does My Mind Circle Around You? Why Do Planets Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be You? All Your Soft Wild Promises Were Words, Birds, Endlessly In Flight.

All The Poems Have Wolves In Them. All But One. The Most Beautiful One Of All. She Dances In A Ring Of Fire And Throws Off The Challenge With A Shrug.