A weekend of celebration,
Open to receive and to give our joys,
and the fears of rendition.
I march into your life,
spinning your desolation.
Yet you've taken a piece of me,
Leather clad, I must have protection
from the elements of fear.
Needing to face our frightened incarnation,
let go of gloomy memories,
What you can afford is my invitation.
In my alarm of abandon,
bit by bit, I realize my apprehension.
It's two thousand paces to my cave,
but there is a brook in my progression.
Onto my barren wasteland,
you bridge the souls of medication.
Climbing into our prison wall,
a celebration of permission.

August 24, 1998, 11pm, Palo Alto, PARC office