Thursday, March 14, 2019

In Ithaca


To be truly free, truly
be nothing.
Be not husband, be neither parent
Nor son.
Be not storied, be not story-teller.
Be not creator, be not destroyer.
Silenced, no prayers, no howls.
Be neither light nor darkness.
Strike not a fire, nor be as ice.
Wind-swept, the crags,
the rise and fall,
the land, the sea—
free.

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