I sat on the roof and read with my muses,
elevated but not looking down, a kid that
lived on the second floor, and knew not else.
and poetry was the very words we spoke,
there will never be sky like that, streching
to the edges of the universe, a ceiling to
our world, a prison cell for all. Yes,
it was freedom we spoke of. The universe
is way too big for someone so small. And it
is the very things we love that are our borders
and walls. No, it need never change at all.
Author notes
Just another one I wrote simply for myself.
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