It Is This Freedom
the air
serves the medium for freedom
it is the canvass
for a painting of red wings
against the peace
that the sky blue provides
there is no black string
that binds
us to the poles
we are free and then
we leave
towards the journey
of what we do not yet know
there are no palpitations of
the wrist of fear
what we have is just this
daily lookout
towards a universe
hidden beneath
the black holes of our
longings
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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