Nothing Left To Say
Sometimes I see it
but I don't understand it.
It calls out to me
begging for freedom
from chains that I have fastened
on pain of death.
I see no reason
not to set it free.
If only it were that easy.
I could only guess
the consequences I have faced,
when every day I've ever lived
has been a vast and monumental waste
of my Creative power.
Do you know me?
I can't say that I do.
So I guess there's
nothing left to say.
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