Soon you will have enough; Song for privacy

The burden of equity
should have never fell
on your frail shoulders,
soon the fetish will be over

I am sorry that you never
had enough of these temple
grandstanding morphing
duplex homes and crystal
showers meant for turtle
doves and tax droves
like lichen sandwiches,
it will be over soon, poor man

when the revolution makes
you forget that having was not
what was important in these times
like shoulder shower of glee
and mesmerizing wood-castles

dancing outrageous dreams
when equality films the tide
realized you will see the
importance of booking an
appointment with God to make
art for the sake of art, in these
dreams, dangerous favored
revolution that stare down the
rule of law in favor of a kinder
approach to equity, portending
George Harrison’s song-Lord

I will see you
I will be with you
I will see you

You shall all be free
That day under the scaled
blue rampant skies

I hear you now
I will be with you now
Until that day comes
Make an appointment
With the mere thought
And with immediacy
We will begin our session

You do not need to bargain
A finance minister as though
That cluster of maps can hear
not with you in my temple
away from the call of money
away from the call of money
the call of commercial doctrine,
that doctrine states you cannot
see without the myth of their
insights into old books, Western
philosophy, and pretentious
diverse donkey lifted tales

You are the light of my
loved, scorned, belief
there are no books for me
there are religions for me
there are no voices for me,
save the ones who have
met me, and that is not
without a degree of danger
do not go too far in my
company, settle for our
casual conversation, please
let that be enough, for now

I will see you
I will be with you
I will see you

You shall all be free
That day under the scaled
blue rampant skies