freedom is liberation of the spirit
a warm feeling that makes you feel light
an abstract idea we reach for
we curdle it to feel a limitless expanse
as if nothing would get in the way of it
a moreish thing that we crave every day
if we aim for it, do we claim it to be true
lullaby sung at night so i can sleep well
an unconditioned state to be in
freedom is a word we often preach
not knowing what it means really
a clairvoyant mountain with distant peaks
ancient practices restored beneath crevices
a loving feeling releasing energy
biochemical rearrangement of the soul
freestyle that sears high into the night
sex that connects up bodies
how can this be?
dreams manifest into reality
every step frames the next one
intuiting time and space through destined eyes
the lack of determinism is a self-determining prophecy
green stars shine illuminated to white saviours
a complex that runs deep as premeditated fiction
seeds into flower, ingest the food of the gods in one take
revelations abound when free from dogma’s shackles
a boxed in label to wriggle out of whenever accused of something
sliding in a cycle, waking up to narrate the fruity undertones shaking out the energy to light the touch-paper
aesthetic fiction 