Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World

Good Monad, In all bad news I see how strong we are. This life confusing,

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary

A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply