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Of Liberty Today (For Percy Bysshe Shelley) i. Prison of Images This world is a prison of images. What you love can set you free. Or it can hold you for eternity. Be careful what you adore. It will make how you live. The fermentation of ideas, Grow them. Watch each one mature into a fully flowered life. The experience of space through the energy of thought, Take out your beliefs and clean each one with questions. The Shadow Folk and the Mirror People. Two sides of the same false coin. The body as the animated self has always been the gateway to the political. Name, age and sex. We classify ourselves every morning in the bathroom mirror. The abstraction of the universe is the duty of all. Become multiples. Recognizing the veil of the body opens the prism of images. Decolonize form and give back identity to its owner. Nothing. With favor quenched by fire. The girl next to me standing rigid still in the evening crush. Fists clenched white before each hip. The fuel of life alive in her eyes but The train has passed the final station. It continues to the end without question. No embarkations the entire length of the spine. We take our bodies into the street. Show them as reflections and packaged hopes. They are nothing but the light reflected upon the mesh of our emotions. Whisper your true name. Before you sleep. ii) Inner River Searching for the inner river I reclined upon the earth and found myself amongst the dry dust and stones but with my bones I wove a new window to an old kingdom where time the filter thru which we live is banished by the bodies in motion the joining of grades in the valley of velvet and crowns flowered in the eyes of every adept. She flies through the night and walks upon the stars Her sky is the vault of my heaven where deep in forest nocturne we stack and adorn our bodies. With blood and sap. Advanced acres of flesh prioritize the future from eyeball to grave with the grace of ages wrapped in nothing but memory and the light that requires no source our ambrosia is words thrown out upon the still waters of our minds. Nothing ventured nothing gained is the game of breath and of promises kept. Keep listening to eternity. It resonates everywhere outside the symbolic but within the diagrams that dissect thinking; A map of lines built upon the sacred angles of love the trampling of questions the burning of return, no one can deny you this temple of emotion where a heart lies at every center for the challenge of seeing has always been recognition.