84. Freedom (Poem) 

 

In fleeting freedom from the dream,

I find myself on fields of green.

I sit, quite silently seduced, 

by natures giving gleam.

I sit, all-knowingly deduced, 

As another human being, 

Until I’m sat, objectified, by another who has seen,

I live so free, temporary, as the only thing to be. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Richmond, UK, 2016) 

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