the chiseled face of pure freedom

The Chiseled Face of Pure Freedom

Plagues &

The fist-
face slam
of a
marching band.

Backlash in
an alleyway,
full moon
over sycamores.

The chiseled
face of
pure freedom
in the
cosmic weave
of things.

Keep at
it long
enough &
they forget
how to
for you.

At this
rate soon
be nothing
to be
sorry for.

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