Freedom is but a Paradox

Can we ever be free, unless we’re alone? Our freedom encroaches, like a cyclone, Crushing and destroying those of next door, Like a wooden house, their freedoms no more. For every freedom we gain, others lose We battle against someone else’s views True freedom means that all are unbound But this would mean that no…

O fly pigeons, fly!

Look to it and fly dear pigeons, fly The sun is melting gold, and stars Drip their silver down the idle sky The ice caps melt like prison bars O fly pigeons, fly! Go loop and swirl your joy on the sky. It almost seemed home, the cage Of our flesh, the vanity we desire…