There is a strange calm
In liberation
To not deny oneself
The zeal of spirit
The rejuvenation of non-reticence
How it fills every crevice
Breathing life
Into that which only inhaled and exhaled
Those who hold their breaths and steps
Their dreams and woes
The brink of fear at all times marking
What when the glass breaks
What when the anger booms
What when the whip cracks
What when dreams shatter
What when the heart falls
Nothing, love
Nothing, but, liberation.
01-30-2014
idiosyncratic banalities 