Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Fleeting Freedom, Written 4/4/2011

My fleeting  freedom
skips freight trains at night
indulging in earth, air,
and all captured in sight,
scooping up sunsets
to place in the cone of conscious,
drinking in desire in attempt to extinguish
the most exquisite never-ending thirst.
Without cage and chain,
or master with his cane,
freedom finds an easier way,
enjoyment evolving
after each endless day.
Limitless life fights wars against restriction,
and when they meet on the battlefield
they erupt in contradiction.
With one or the other failing to exist
not much time after
the other would also be missed.

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