Elmer’s favorite poem

Escape

When we get out of the Glass
Bottles of our ego.

And when we escape the
Squirrels turning in
The cages of our
Personality

And get into the forests again
We shall shiver with cold
And fright

But things will happen to us
So that we don’t know
Ourselves.

Cool unlying life will rush in.
And passion will
Make our bodies taut
With power.

We shall stomp our feet
With new power
and old things will fall down.

We shall laugh, and
Institutions will curl up
Like burnt paper.

D.H. Lawrence