Liberty Starts As A Virtue - Poem by Jesse Ellsbury
I have been thrust
into a void, with a door
that has been shut.
Furies and banshees howl delirious,
cursed by the past
with an invisible future
without a cat.
I have been warned not to stare
into the abyss
by men who are wiser than me,
but I’m engulfed by nothing,
while everything else remains free.
Liberty starts as a virtue
but rots to a vice,
eaten slowly as small yet not lonely
clouds of brilliance
shining in a vacuum between water and ice.
Only time will tell if Heaven or Hell
on the firmament of tabula rasa,
but mi casa
nonetheless shall be su casa, as well.
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