FREEDOM COMES IN

FREEDOM COMES IN

It's the nature of dawn

to splash against the horizon

and surrender to the sky

because forgetfulness

is always beyond reach.

It's the nature of freedom

to come in like tomorrow,

late, and out of breath.

No conspiracy

of hidden microphones

in corporate bedrooms

and in poet's quarters;

a burning sensation

as if insects announced

the arrival of word-thieves.

Tuesday is asleep from too much Monday,

blueness is an illusion of scattered light.

The human eye sees 10 million colors.

Tell that to the ozone layer.

What’s the use of sight

when the sun milks

the eyes of sheep and rabbits.

No mother, the sky.

We’ve looked into the eye of God

and become mute as stones.

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