I'll free Buchenwald and Belsen eventually
Or maybe I'll just lie here
unimpressive as the faces on Mount Rushmore
There used to be the SDS
Those kids at Berkeley
weatherman factions knew it lay beyond or between the facts
For the first time he recognized a universal neural network
A reserved self programming, algorithmic logic to all things
He grinned, an intellectual uniqueness programmed
An open circuit on a yin line
Nothing is true, everything is permissible
Hashish burns slow, smoke engulfs the room
A Closed circuit on a yang line
He re-enters the cafeteria naked and hungry
Theres always his intuition, a way of sensing wholes
He's closing in on the Illuminati
The Form of the standard, For Clark Kent
I Ching hexagram closes on a yang line
