it is clear and blue and white.
The clouds float on along across the earth
and nothing shall decrease their worth.
Too far along and in between,
there lies a sense of misbelief.
In substitutions for free will,
as faces stare above the window sill.
Trapped within a whirlwind mind
of novels writ in another time,
I stand outside, for the sky I see,
speaks to me of liberty.
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