Daedalus & Icarus
Without your road to walk
along I carve the air
unbound, unmoored, I stare
unheard, I lie unlocked,
heart-blocked and buried here
in an oceanic maw
of memory and awe,
of history and fear.
There is no freedom. Bars
adorn the fairest cage
open to air and stars.
We’ve had enough of hate
to burden every age.
I’ll exit from my own gate.
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