9/13/92- A Part Of

                                       9/13/92
                                        L.A.

                 A Part Of

    To stand within
    Such a field of desire
    Excessively tribal youths spinning
    Falling,burning with a passion for escape and acceptance
        
    To belong;

    Under the burning eye of the sun
    We are all of the same clay
    What makes us different from the rest
    Equalizes and shapes us for a day
    Into one neurotic organism of need.

    That which society is unable to offer
    We shall create
    What the community has diluted
    We have reconstituted
    God,meet Goddess
    It has been too long...
        
    They gather to the flame
    The polarity spins clockwise,always clockwise
    Boundaries set,broken,reset
    Do they know of their past?

    Some see the pattern
    Few  draw the conclusion
    Fewer yet collect the fees
    
    (living in a capitalistic spiritual sinkhole has its advantages)
    
    Where so many need to be
                                     a part of
                                                    something.