may our feet learn to smile
the hands to walk
the eyes to caress
the heart to perceive the scents
the ears to see the colors

may the stomach learn to savor
the taste of the crisp air in the first hour of the morning
the lungs to breathe the tranquility of the last shadows of the evening

maybe all maybe one maybe none of these distortions
on the line of space and time
but freedom

freedom
of dreaming about being able to sing it
write it, ingrave it in the wind
nothing else we ask
under this gray suburban sky

nothing else
but freedom

freedom of dreaming inside out
upside down
top to bottom high and low
little and much
and ever more
freedom

freedom
nothing else we ask
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