Strive. Only survive. Damn war. I’m proud of troops, sad, and listen to officers and do what authority commands but I do not think these things save us nor will nor can no matter we salute nor pay nor blood lost. I’m glad of Founders and Paine and rebels and our less death and least threat, our land. But I do not think Jesse Helms should be buried without scorn and I will never like rank in its pilfering, nor tricks, nor lies, nor bullies, nor praise a prize of thieves. I take great dreams with most poets and wilt to prophets but do not live outside my heart and never do with yours, no, not one claim while the infinite is binding.