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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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