Freedom
walk sublime,
echo you in mime,
come to
find you lurking, somewhat stilted.
Tap the
shine. You devour wine, red,
converse
a while, dance on cirrus clouds
a dream
of being something other
than who
you are – what you could’ve been.
sometimes.
When the sun slides, sparks,
as the
full moon rolls in on breaking waves,
and rain
flees order in its tin timult,
you might
find your own centre, still,
rediscover
how night falls,
eclipsing
iron structures, gilded cages,
long bent
out of fashion, eaten by rust,
find who
you always wished to be.
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