How can I reach you?

We are in the middle of a bloody, heartrending revolution
Called America, called the Protestant reformation, called Western man,
Called individual consciousness, meaning I need a refrigerator and a car
And milk and meat for the kids so, I can discover that I don’t need a car
Or a refrigerator, or meat, or even milk, just rice and a place with
no wind to sleep next to someone

Two someones keeping warm in the winter learning to weave
To pot and to putter, learning to steal honey from bees,
wearing the bedclothes by day, sleeping under
(or in) them at night; hording bits of glass, colored stones, and
stringing beads

How long before we come to that blessed definable state…