Spontaneous Acts of Liberation
The birth of freedom
Bars need lashing
A tightly bound knot
Posts take constant pressure
To hold the lintel aloft
Keystone forever locked
Between swelling waves
Of carefully arranged
Chiseled rock
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Freedom manifests even
In the tightest confined space
Once the door to
Conscious cognition opens
Breaking the chains binding belief
The spark of sentience
Enters the mix
After which no way exists
To unspread revelation
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With every wave of confusion
A new spontaneous viral notion
Of pure unbridled liberation
Reflected in roving eyes
Searching for unblocked openings
Hair fine fissures
Expand under pressure
Until the natural state
Of all being is achieved
K.B. Silver
After I finished watching Andor season 2, I looked around at the eerily similar state of the world and couldn’t help but write about the nature of freedom. Some who have never had their freedoms directly tested seem to take them for granted. They can’t understand precisely how much can be taken or how quickly it can be wiped away.
More importantly, they can’t see the power each of us has and that it grows exponentially as we join hands to destroy the chains that bind and tear down the walls that separate us. If you have ever watched a video of people lifting and moving a car, you know what a difference a few more hands make in challenging situations. We all get the chance to be a helping hand to our neighbors every day. As the days get harder and more bleak, we are directly influencing, fighting for our freedom and that of our friends and family, or we are giving up and delivering them into the hands of evil.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Sadly, freedom is fading away right in front of our eyes.