the chiseled face of pure freedom

The Chiseled Face of Pure Freedom

Plagues &
plagiarism.


The fist-
in-a-
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
come
for you.


At this
rate soon
there’ll
be nothing
left
to be
sorry for.

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