In the Space We are Free
as I feel the spread and pull that grabs on me
I feel then myself stiffen in agitation
which rolls into hard-necked indignation…
aching in a networked world of cobs and webs
— lines upon lines crossing lines and lines —
and thereto it becomes clear,
as another fined-tuned adjustment of my reality goggles,
that to me my place of least fear is in the spaces.
So it was said to me:
“In the spaces do let free
cast off & evil come when be
but we drop, rise, swipe, or crawl
relish in the free-fall
or the concrete —
do come what will be
it is no matter
for in the spaces we are free.”
So if it is one with whom we were blasted to breathing things
Or if with one with whom we were integrated in a reality
it is no matter for it is the journey in the spaces we do realize we are free.
