peace
i talk about you then i let you go
peace, i need to look at you, think about you, live
somewhat in you
consciously
you know me, i'm on this whole kick of living
consciously
i wonder, sometimes, if it does any good
anyway
what i am saying is i need to pay you more attention
i need to look at the violence and the lynching
going on inside of me
how many devils do i have, running around trees
crying for a hanging
i am convince and i have seen that the people who
spend every day screaming are the first to tell
you how calm, how full of you they are
i am so conscious of the lack of you
i am so conscious of the absense of you and how
very often i have refrained from coming to your
gates and now i know
i need to talk around you
i need to touch your walls and count all your turret
blow your trumpets
be your strumpet
lying down for whoever desires it