GIVE ME SODOMY OR GIVE ME DEATH

Until I find a name I will not put it in the soul calculator I will leave it free and open and unnamed And not limit my expectations for the kind of person That goes in one direction of the wind I will keep all lines of the wind open And place all my days free and empty And re-envision what it means to be unencumbered Or bereft Not crying but the expanse of numbers That go beyond the grave to what is left And it may be true I said it could be true That the sunny days do stick to walls And then enter you It may be true that the purple bells do chime Everyday you let them It may be true that the sweet juice I put across my lips would not be my last But that the nights could get better and better Until the evil is banished until the day When the sun would crush it anyway It was true without a set of things like letters It was true the air was free and open And I saw things as they were Without violence For the first time