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It is everywhere, and not at all.
I felt it once as a child,
but it was so long ago I can't remember.
It was like the sweet taste of a honey melon.
Its nectar so essential to the beauty of life how can I,
how can anyone live without it?
They say I never had it
That I and most people were only given a few liberties,
which we mistaken for freedom.
I imagined it.
No one knows it.
Only the rich have tasted it It comes with a great price.
I'm fighting for it now
Many in the past, even today, are dying for it.
Some have taken it from others.
How unjust! How foul!
I've seen it through a distant window
It has so many shapes and colour it is there now.
I can see it It reflects off the moonlight on the bay.
It is a space in the mind that you go to, to hear your grandmother's laugh.
It is where creation begins
where humanity is free from cages and chains.
It is in the song of the sparrow
It is in the fire of the eternal stars
It is in the fallen tears of mothers
that ache for their sons.
It is everywhere, and not at all!
Barry Williams#D10477
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San Quentin, CA 94974
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