RIC S. BASTASA
348 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
so you have proclaimed freedom
you have said it all: no food, no shelter, no clothing, no nothing
just the feel of being free and being freed from everything
naked, and homeless, and hungry,
and then so
freedom, what is freedom, there is more to be learned
there is more to be done
there is more to be responsible about it
this freedom from need, from want, from being so ignorant
and shackled with that limitless desire to be free from feelings
without the mind?
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