When life is about nothing more than self-determination and freedom of movement, we are reduced to competitors, with no basis for mutual trust, seeking to secure ever more territory. While our souls wither, we push each other off the map!
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Wally holds his tongue at the table
Your freedom is just a
chomping down on life,
a crunching of the world and self to bits,
a decorous atomization
I, Barabbas
Christ to death
while the guilty man goes free.
And a white-hot freedom it is –
one better left alone.
Better to putter behind
shades and abstractions,
to sleep the many sleeps
that bring us our own.
A bird’s now or never
I deem to see
the fear in your eye
and your wish to fly
but when I open you die
to stay.
Well I got free didn’t I
And drove there and then –
Peter on his feast day, looking back
The touch that loosed the shackle
was like that of a girl.
You don’t think she’s interested
until her fingertips
graze your arm.
Then you feel it
through your whole body.
I followed, of course,
right out that door.
But then she was gone.
Now having pricked the full-blown self
I sing my way loose.
I’m one with the air
and laugh
at the deflated plastic pile.
