White-Binder Poems  

The man of light loves his freedom more than he loves himself.
The art of life is to love freedom and use it well; past the self,
         past the shadow.

Freedom is sweetness, a jovial clown who has taken time off work 
to mend a broken heart.

"Well freedom there are awful tasks you piled on me
but I thank you for several memories."

Freedom and its laughter, at the height of absurdity
when all the meaning comes tumbling down.

When beautiful coils are build around a  nascent moon
between buildings of everlasting glow.