To Burning Man, Words on Earth

Even a burning man knows it
There is free in freedom
Spending my words like strawberries
My mind has no sieve
Pours out all of its rain,
With no value proposition.

But I've got to spend my oxygen, too.
Share these to let your body digest
Eventually we will be valued
Into sweet rotting food for the earth.
Our minds will know no freedom
Like the one we imagine at death.

8/25/2014