OUT OF THE TRAP OF PRIVACY
Out of the trap of privacy, I pulled
all things - my personal mementos
and the songs I'd sing. I kept no
secrets to myself, but instead had
them emblazoned in the sky. Like
Lennon did for Ono once, some
airborne gibberish about love or
peace. It's kind of peacetime now,
I guess. Who knows the difference
anyhow, beneath things meant
and things accidental? So I just
wind up telling it all, narrating
my very own newsreel, and just
listening to others, to hear what
they say. A lot of it lingers, while
some goes away. Of such small
things are great things made.
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