Tariff Free
A single dream is worth
a thousand realities.
J.R R. Tolkien
When the world
closes in and presses all ill
to squeeze what space
you have into a tiny ball -
there are always
places where you can go,
be it a quiet wood
or beside a pebbly stream
or any other refuge
your soul can dream.
Such places are beyond
the machinations
of the State, safe provinces
of the creative mind,
chaos and tariff free -
the real estate
of the Sublime.
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