they take their liberties--

while looking your Mother in

your eyes.

they're entitled to this--

because they part themselves

from the crowd to proclaim

their presence alone can straighten

the crooked limbs of loneliness.

having watched what always passes--

lowering themselves into that salvific

flow.

coming up as a pinnacle washed over by  

reshaping clouds.

the aggregate tumble of shorn cycles--

saturating karmic dream sequence.

with the wide open eyes of a fish, The

Ocean rolling over them.

they tell you they love you, to set themselves free--

then tell you they set you free.

they take their liberties.