Liberté

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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