XI.
March 16, 2013 § Leave a comment
a few notes not the whole bar
one can’t remember the other
for the world will inherit the back of my hand
and the moon will lay down and play dead
in the sand, at the wide, wide
side of the earth
where it’s known one can fly, one can fall
as one likes; such is the freedom of will
and the burden of being
contained, like a seed in the mouth of the earth
or a man in a bar, in a bar, bowing darkly to easy amnesia
and such
is the freedom, containing
the birth
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