“In the inmost recesses of consciousness, The wound opening inwards, The spirit too proud to admit an injury, Incessantly grazed and torn again By the insensitive, the enemy that hates Difference, quality that escapes submission To common complacency, impure hypocrisy- That would annihilate what is uncommon, Challenging their meanness, their lack of standards With something electric and alive, a vibrancy That offers not a new Heaven and a new Earth But life, more life and light- To be rejected. - The Parting”
Book:Poems of Deliverance