A Taoist civilisation

What is right, this dusklight?

Am I to dogmatise, strictly,

“Ramjet the cocketeil, remain

Within your cage I state.”

Or do I free him, to be the

Bird he’s always been?

Between, my heart takes flight to my minds design

To contrasts of humanity, Between its authority and Anarchy, their see-saw thru History, rocking,

One to the other, who can say

Which is right?

To reply to my mind, my heart would give you, g, authority,

Quite freely, if you choose, over my decision:

Between head and heart, both say truly.