13 March 2008

a truer sort of freedom

only my hand has right to shape define
the bounds within which heart and hope reside
no alien mind or outer thought applied
the force to hold in place the final line
with whom and when i shall choose to align
is secret vision and my own to hide
not for your speaking nor your blasted pride
i speak my piece and what i mean is mine
not as a child but as adult i learn
all of the pains that built the ship of light
that bore us all across the deepest sea
and for that journey each of us will burn
not in the daytime but in peace of night
knowing just how each new waking must be

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