Naming the things
That keep us prisoner
Is not enough to
Make us free.
I can scrub up,
Bend my knee,
Pretend the timber
Is worth the tree,
That gold is
More valuable
Than the sea.
How much does a feather weigh?
Giving up?
Ask the cat,
That threw it away.
10/10/2012
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Incredible first stanza.
Love this!
Thank you very much.