WE WILL BE FREE
Hey You, yes You.
Behind the gift rap
And the money trap,
Lost on an ocean
parting like a biblical sign
between more and less;
between a survival soap
and the other who has it made.
You.
Measuring against fantasy betrayed
Wanting God to save you from himself
Bending to a will broken by belonging
as it possessed itself to death.
You.
I love you.
We pass as reflections
In a wilderness of form
And vanish again as one,
imagineering source all.
As freedom is the will
And the will is:
for eternity: “be free”
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