Freedom Is Naked

I walk through a dark and empty apartment and find that Freedom is naked--for it takes a dose of loneliness to find oneself to creep back into life Through a lovely, temporal wait. I ball my head through the rush of green and brown For the first time of many first times, then I move To relaxing muscles in my mirror, and, still, freedom is naked. There's nothing in a good blackness. It wraps you between glinted, pale street-lights and calls on a sick pain For-the-washing-into-the-whiteness-of-day The sick-hungry-whiteness-of-day. And the blue is naked Because freedom is naked. It takes no trouble--no effort. The darkness is the lightness I walk through it on a Saturday night. I feel and touch and try but it takes no trouble--no effort For freedom is naked.