underwater
while debating in self the fretted or fettered fracture we call by freedom. to
decide upon death as opposed to slavery or pitched against a fence tussling for
breath. such huffing or puffing such heaving or wheezing while death sits like
gnosis such laughter such destiny such breakage. I could by dying if but it was
fruitful, while I opt to become by intolerance. our children left to a maze or
struggling to sense, while so many trees cloud clarity. I have negotiated where
hatred was an ingredient as such to re-carve America’s Tragedy.
I find freedom is a conduit filled
with social pebbles, while struggle is against nescience: the battle of the
cave those instincts against change or something comfortable despite treachery.
such a need by skies if but to deflect while crowds are screaming at
establishment. our young souls as creatures of resistance while anti-tolerance.
to have fever to run into wars while something is most noble or most
sacrificed.
so many hands as
thrusted into memories such bluer sins. or venial consistencies as remapped
alienation while most feel misunderstood; by passion to speak, if but to ask,
for something closer to our needs: such flaming algebra where blackbirds are
soaring, while dying is its revolution. so abased that second, or so afloat
that moment, where most experience these more frequently than others.
but
beauty tugs as needed to exist where some are most incredible. by major
disbelief or tender anguish while to treasure you is to disown myself; looking
for a fair trial, so over-caged, where the plaintiff holds a vendetta. our
souls pierced our breakage so young, while freedom remains elusive. we don’t know
its heritage, its genealogy resides in oppression, this became our knowledge when
something became gray. freedom is the mage it dances where it’s absent,
insomuch as we sense it’s missing. while Love is a miracle or an amulet insofar
as we desire her presence. such holiness or such humanness by which we learn
behaviors to seduce freedom.
by attics we hear thoughts therewith
we imagine ideals. our deck whistling our mops wrung dry but something has
disappeared. it becomes obvious in needing more of her while she sits so
closely: these increments or our freedom thesis where we require tomes. if but
attracted to her while unstable for her where this becomes an argument.
