I Am Not Yet Born; O Hear

Let Them Not Make Me A Stone And Let Them Not Spill Me, Otherwise Kill Me.

All That I Would Like To Be Is Human, Having A Share In A Civilized, Articulate And Well-adjusted Community Where The Mind Is Given Its Due But The Body Is Not Distrusted

A Fortress Against Ideas And Against The Shuddering Insidious Shock Of The Theory-vendors The Little Sardine Men Crammed In A Monster Toy Who Tilt Their Aggregate Beast Against Our Crumbling Troy.

I Am Not Yet Born; O Fill Me With Strength Against Those Who Would Freeze My Humanity.

The Sunlight On The Garden Hardens And Grows Cold, We Cannot Cage The Minute Within Its Nets Of Gold