On my school
On my desk and on the
On the sands of snowI write your
On the pages I have
On all the white
Stone, blood, paper or ashI write your
On the images of
On the weapons of the
On the crown of the kingI write your
On the jungle and the
On the nest and on the
On the echo of my childhoodI write your
On all my scarves of
On the moist sunlit
On the living lake of moonlightI write your name On the fields, on the
On the birds’
And on the mill of shadowsI write your
On each whiff of
On the sea, on the
On the demented mountaintopI write your
On the froth of the
On the sweat of the
On the dense rain and the flatI write your
On the flickering
On the bells of
On the natural truthI write your
On the high
On the deployed
On the crowd-thronged squareI write your
On the lamp which is
On the lamp which
On my reunited thoughtsI write your
On a fruit cut in
Of my mirror and my
On my bed, an empty shellI write your
On my dog, greathearted and
On his pricked-up
On his blundering pawsI write your
On the latch of my
On those familiar
On the torrents of a good fireI write your
On the harmony of the
On the faces of my
On each outstretched handI write your name On the window of
On a pair of expectant
In a state far deeper than silenceI write your
On my crumbled
On my sunken
On my walls and my ennuiI write your
On abstraction without
On naked
On the marches of deathI write your
And for the want of a wordI renew my
For I was born to know
To name
Liberty.
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