I Am Inside Someone Who

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.

There Is No Depth To Education Without Art.

Art Is A Weapon In The Struggle Of Ideas, The Class Struggle.

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

I Am A Soul In The World: In The World Of My Soul The Whirled Light From The Day The Sacked Land Of My Father.