FREEDOM IN
THE MARKETPLACE
I have found a million things in these travels : the
desert Sahara sands winding in whirlpools around
calloused feet, the stomping of burros and braves,
the wild farting of wayward camels - oasis-bound
for no known reason at all, with those winding-sheets
of pyramids and the mysteries behind them. No more
than that, the rhyme and the reason long ago gone.
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I've seen the globe from the other side, wincing
at fables and writing on stars - planetary
re-alignments, cosmic dust. Let me grab the
tongue of a master-thief and run. I seek the feeble
world anew for my moment in the sun, while my
freedom in the marketplace has,
by itself, brought me none.
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