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I flow through life like a fish swims through water./ Words ooze from my mouth like honey
from the comb./ This sweet sticky mess of language is enticing,/ holding me firm in a
makeshift reality of thought./ True freedom can never be bought,/ only thought,/ only felt,/
stop writing your name!/ True essence can never be spelled./ Only felt,/ truly known inside
the confines of your heart,/ out of your head,/ out of this world!/ Outside this lie of concrete
and glass./ I want you to bury your life in the earth to make up for lost time./ Wash your
eyes out; most of us can't tell the city from the slime./ Look at the sky scrapers!/ Eaten away
by lime.../ But I will waste no more time./ I will do my dance, in the midst of the plants./
Living to passion, reality and air./ Toasting to water, beauty, and the wind through my hair./
And I live with every care./ I see our end, I know where we're going./ Like a baby lulled to
sleep by the sound of her mothers sewing./ This sound is called silence, /the antidote to
violence.
Copyright © Brooke Mitchell | Year Posted 2009
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