Is Everybody In?... Is Everybody In?... Is

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

Each Day Is A Drive Through History.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

It May Have Been In Pieces, But I Gave You The Best Of Me.

Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say Anything; It Just Ticks Off The Possibilities. Opens All Doors. You Can Walk Through Anyone That Suits You.