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"Freedom" has no meaning

Only questions can pervade

My restless mind as I watch, lonely,

The softly swinging window shade


Limp and light the shadows

fall on shadows, never should have been

Questions twisted by a window

Holding only dust and sun


All reflected and diffracted

Light is pliable to minds

That a cubicle refracted

To contemporary times


Freedom...just a swinging pendulum

Which travels grace and fear

In the lights reflected axiom

Of "always left unclear."