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.
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