Gestures of power fall in different ways,
and becomes ways of being,
for good or ill,
either for self,
or, for community,
though neither to judged,
until power is imprisoned
and forced into perversion,
the servitude of the many for the one.
they are great equations of true power,
neither for the one or the many,
simply love for any,
in this shared venture we call life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon