be free

What would I really know
of me
of you
of us?
And is 'to know' really all
t'was ever made up to be?
Perhaps tomorrow shall
recognise without cognition
t'was never a stone-encased decree.




Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2020-09-04 at 04:54

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Amsterdam
Stone-encased decree. Nothing is promised without a promise. Fabulous poem.
2020-10-01