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  • When you are with me

    we possess

    a narrow

    but vast

    kind of freedom

    not of speech

    or to bear arms

    or to vote

    but to roam.

    You take my mind

    to far-off places

    reserved for picture books

    on coffee tables.

    You take my dreams

    past the plains and the hills and the glaciers

    to the giants ruling the horizon.

    You know no limits.

    I know mine

    too well.

    You will get me there

    if I will let you.

    So we go.

    You shape

    a satisfied city servant

    into a greedy mountain lord.

    You coax me higher.

    Sending comfort

    to quarrel with

    my fear.

    You say we are solid

    but

    my trembling legs

    object.

    Sometimes

    the giants grant passage

    to our heedless ambition.

    Sometimes

    they crush it

    with bulletproof doubt.

    A right mind

    finds success

    in each.

    Apart

    we are nothing.

    You stir

    watching the graphic horror

    of an iron character crumbling

    apart.

    Together

    we are something.

    We drive and point and smile

    at lands

    we will explore

    together.

    The right and the left

    are busy.

    Too busy to notice

    or fight

    about the ultimate freedom.

    So we go.

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