Liberty
They tell the stories that they tell
In ways we cannot see
Their wings are fanned in endless flight
Of wondrous liberty
And what they tell we tend to cite
In shades of ecstasy
As if we knew their secrets well
As if ourselves could see
Beyond our own encircled scenes
Beyond the scenes we steal
Imagining we know the way
To our own liberty –
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