If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
-Richard Lovelace
restless with his cage he paces about
troubled by the bars he built before him
forgetful of the way he could escape
he cannot speak to any one other than
himself with a chance possibility
of reaching another understanding
past the boundaries of his prescribed life
within the tight circle he has inscribed
he presses his hand to the supple wall
tests the permeable flux of his day
ignores the path back toward happiness
then heads with a caution into the dark
afraid his destination will prove false
afraid it is precisely what he wants
(February 2013)
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