A Deliberate Movement
you plan it
and think about it for nights and nights
precisely
the reason why you cannot sleep
you draw on paper your schemes
for escapes
you put the arrows there
and mark the ultimate
freedom where light
is
with an x,
a big
X,
there are caves there
and secret
doors and canopies
and false windows
and even quicksands
where a mistake
can mean
death,
and there are gardens too
which look like
a prelude to castles
where seemingly
a princess lives
your ideas are plots
always plots
your theme is freedom
and always
it has always been freedom
you are never free
so you always
dream what you do not have
you wish of today
as the beginning towards
z, the point z, the
ultimatum of
this deliberate move
to escape,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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