Magazine article National Forum

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Article excerpt

You want me to suggest freedom,

offer it as if it comes from a place.

Spread me over the world first

take my fingers and fold them around

heads that need direction.

Take my lips to the hands of anyone

who has never been loved.

Turn my voice into strains of heat.

It isn't because night picked itself up

and dropped dying birds upon us

or all those people told us

that we had to go somewhere

tight-lipped with our hands full of papers.

If there's quiet near you too often,

you might be missing something good,

or have your back turned on someone.

You may be loving only

half of something and never know it.

Forget I was wrong when I was.

If I lied let it teach you something.

Push my eyes into the dusk.

Match me up with a hand-shaped clock.

Fly to the drum beats as if you have no body. …

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