Freedom

Words are flowing out
like endless rain into a paper cup.
They slither widely
they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
are drifting through my opened mind,
possessing and caressing me.
. . .
Images of broken life
which dance before me like a million eyes,
they call me on and on across the universe.
—“Across the Universe,” John Lennon

November 1970