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By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath.. Someone asked me what I'm running for, I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for What mothers birth their youngens for, And some say Jesus coming for. For all I know the earth is spinning slow, Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow. On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree. I've made the forest suit me, Tables and chairs, Papers and prayers, MATTER versus SPIRIT.Surrounded by everything and nothing. And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught A verse to be recited, A man to de-fill my being in those moments. I am blankness, the contained center of an "O" The pyramidic containment of an "A" I stand in the middle of all that I have learned, All that I have memorized, All that I've known by heart, Unable to reach any of it. There is no sadness, There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory, A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking, There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence? Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas?I'm surrounded I surrender ALL, ALL THAT I AM I HAVE BEEN, ALL I have been has been a long time coming, I AM BECOMING ALL THAT I AMIt's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I've seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees, On bended knee Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me, Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit