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Sky

i want to see myself free,
so i open the cage
let out all the birds
and watch them fly away
one by one they go
feathers falling to the ground
outside my dirty window
past my time-stained porch
and into the distant horizon.
and that is how it is
and that is how it always will be
and that is how it was
for millennia

i will never feel their warm touch in my hands
ever again
but they will feel the warmth of the sun
all the way to the tips of their wings
which is better
than i can say
for myself.