I’m Loving Particulars (I Am Slave)

I’m loving particulars
in isolated dreams.
I fall in hate every day,
and just like love it goes away.
In the explicit details,
I am slave.
The beat goes on,
1950s parade,
Woodstock smoke sessions,
jamming to the rage.
I’m loving particulars
in decipherable means.
I fall in numb with you every day,
more and more,
and I’m finding out,
more and more,
only my dreams are pure.
I am slave.