Liberation was a far-off song
in a language I could not understand
a dream of color and movement and energy
bright in its painful hope.

Reality was built with sharp edges
with black and white made stark
so-called truth spooned out by angry men
in a world made harsh without dreams.

We find constants beyond the noise
hands in the soil and magic upon the air
we build worlds within our minds
a painful labor to bring back joy.

Liberation is a far-off song
sung in the language of the very few
a dream we will claim and call our own
in a time when the world is reimagined.

Reimagined #wwwblogs

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