[…from beyond the ramparts of the sun…]
“Hurry high, butterfly.”
…freedom unleashed, nothing to hold me back.
Go with me, go with me into the oneness down,
over the horizon moments of time’s prison,
where we have all the time we could ever want,
together, walking among others behind their bars,
Stockholm-syndrome blinded, wide open cell doors.
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Just grateful to have freed myself before any
syndrome could ever find me, I’m here…
…waiting in the timelessness. - *selah*
--RK, 9:22amEDST, 8/7/2014
[…for Tonya…]
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