January: Year-day 29

          
                                       
                                  
January: Year-day 29

If you still think you can flippantly spawn
a fishhole of arguments, you had better
close your mind.  It's too late, friend.  The light's gone
that would praise your opinions.  In the fetter
of darknesses formed by tyrannies, one
of which has chased the good from your once needed
union, carpenter, those warm days won
freeze, and threaten those/ differently seeded.

A free man's only free when he can move
with comfort in his necessary jails
while letting others likewise move in theirs.

Sure, moguls kill; sure, governments lose love;
but aren't there times when other spirits fail?
We pass each other dimly/ on the stairs.

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