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WHAT MUST IT BE?
TO BE FREE

TO FLY HIGH,
TO COME DOWN THROUGH THE CLOUDS
UPON THE EFFERVESCENT CRY
OF THE OCEANS OF MY BOUNDS.
TO FORGET THE LOSS,
TO LOOK UPON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
AND FIND FIRE IN ITS GLOSS,
AND FINALLY REST UNFURLED.

TO SEEK PEACE
AND POUR OVER IN RELEASE.
TO CAUTION OF THE WINTER STORM
AND YET FALL IN THE SNOW THAT FORM,
THEN TO ROLL IN LEISURE
AT THE CONTENT IT BRINGS.
TO CALL OUT IN PAIN
OF CONUNDRUMS INSANE,
AND YET TO SPEAK TO MY SHADOWS
AND GIGGLE IN THE GALLOWS.
THEN ONLY TO FIND THE END
AT THE PACING OF TIME’S BEND.

TO GRAB LOVE
AND HOLD IT FIRM.
TO SPUTTER IN REPLY
AND THEN MUTTER IN RETURN.
TO DEARLY GRASP AND CARE
FOR THE ALL OF YOU LEFT BARE
BY THE HAVES YOU HAVE NOT
AND THE GAZES YOU HAVE SOUGHT.
THEN TO BRIEFLY BE AT SIDE
OF A WHOLLY GRACEFUL HAND
THAT YOU HAD ONCE TRIED TO BIDE,
HAD ONLY WANED IN TIMES GRAND,
AND WAXED IN TIMES TO STAND.

TO TRY HOPE
AND FIND IT THERE.
WHEN THE END SEEMED TOO NEAR
THE ORNAMENTS FELL IN FEAR,
BUT THE TREE STOOD STANDING
AND FELT NO NEED DEMANDING,
THAT THE ORBS BE LEFT TO STARE.
THE HIGH ONES LIED
THE LOW ONES CRIED,
AND THE END CAME ALL THE SAME.

WHAT IS IT THEN?
TO BE FREE

TO CALL UPON THE WIND AWAY
AND HAVE IT ANSWER HERE TODAY.
TO GAZE INTO DARKNESS BLEAK
AND COME OUT THE STRONGER,
TO HOLD THE HAND OF ONE SEEN MEEK
AND THEN HOLD IT ALL THE LONGER.
TO FIND THE END AT PEACE
WITH ONESELF IN THE LEAST,
AND TO WISH NO BLESSED
AS THEY LAY THERE DRESSED
ON THE ALTAR CAIRN UNBOUND.

THEN IT IS,
TO BE FREE
TO BE THEE
AND TO FOREGO
ALL ELSE IN TIME.