How far is the world of song from this Song how tame belief/shore/trick of time How far is the theme of art from this Heart given syllable/tenor/bauble of hark How far is the game of rules from this Gruel shame bellows/wandering/thaw of quiet
“I do not need freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.”
And this tomorrow I am afraid Wilt/smother I am afraid The dead are made, the Round scared Will the seeker anticipate? I do not need freedom For this I am dead, scared And fortunate to speculate