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Worlds collide in my throat 
as the galaxy of my heart is
torn asunder. Desperation lives 
in my eyes, sweet salty sweat 
pours down the avenging slippery 
slopes of my brow. 

Never knowing, always searching 
Never finding, always lost 
Lost among friends 
Lost among family 
Lost among myself 

How I wish I could escape.

The doorbell rings
the wind chimes jingle 
their dancing song against 
the soothing wind.

I listen, I hear, I obey 
I smell the fragrance 
of the incense of my heart 
burning, yearning to rise to
the highest potential, the ceiling 
fan at least. To be caught 
up with the current of the 
arms outstretched, to over-
throw all other senses 
I lift and spin 
losing all of my consciousness 
in a looping track of 
ecstasy.

The most joyful dance, the 
most joyful longing. To be 
set free amongst 
green fields, golden beaches,
red bricks, white snow
clear blue sky. The Red-
Bird of my heart is crying
to be set free. It's longing 
to be separated from that 
Iron Cage, The Iron Curtain 
against the soul of freedom 
It wants to fly higher and 
higher, to soar and spin
to stretch its wings with 
the other birds. It knows 
Externally it is the same 
as the others and yet
Internally it is different
from the others. He has 
that slight spark of 
a reality that is completely 
him. That is unique from 
the others. It wants to 
share, to experience this 
freedom, all the time. It
yearns to be free to be 
itself no matter where 
it flies, not having to 
choose its pecking ground. 
To laugh and to live with 
the other birds, with 
the Crows, Bluejays and 
Pigeons and be seen 
as an equal. But alas 
they will never accept 
his song nor its 
flight pattern. Internal 
spark has to be concealed.
Back to the Cage it 
goes, back to limitation 
and longing. Back to 
the feelings of false-
security. It wants to 
be free, so it has collisions 
in the throat and galaxies 
of heart torn asunder. Desperation 
in the eye and sweet salty sweat 
pouring down avenging slippery 
slopes of brows.
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