Do not
corrupt the binds that hold you
but should you feel so inclined
do not waste what you don’t yet have.
In altered zones of delight
I tumble through the days.
My lover comes and goes
leaving me lonely and
politics is not soothing either.
I talk to America, You beautiful nation.

Beauty  is not my friend
but the concept that governs is.
Read the lines on which your independence rests you citizens of heaven.

The Congress, July 4th, 1776. 

“The history of the King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpation, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States“.