Frederick Speers
Opening Up to You, On the Other Hand, Reveals
Only the appearance of forever—
Reed after reed repeating. You are gone and there
I am again, my own reflection: face for my faces
Eyes for my eyes, tongue for my tongues—image
For my images, within the waters we can’t see through
To one another, noticing only what is
Manifest—moonlight, moonlight
Through mist, the mist also separating us from
Now (Skipping a stone) Where now ripples form
Through what—/Is thought—/About, what is—/Thought about, what
Is thought—about, what—is thought about—/What is
Thought about what is thought
All of it taking place, and taking us only so far
As the surface stills, with blue air—
When I hear you call once more from wherever you say you are
Over the Heartlands
Freedom: Freedom! Freedom . . . freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom:
Freedom (freedom (freedom, freedom)).
Freedom -- freedom -- freedom -- freedom.
Freedom: freedom! Freedom . . . freedom?
(Freedom (freedom, freedom) freedom).
Freedom/freedom? "Freedom." Freedom,
Freedom: freedom! Freedom . . . freedom.
Freedom-freedom: freedom, freedom?
(Freedom, freedom) (freedom, freedom).
Freedom/freedom, freedom/freedom.
"Freedom"? Freedom-freedom -- "freedom".
Freedom: freedom. Freedom . . . freedom!
((Freedom, freedom) freedom) freedom.