1971
Here I am, a bird, a gull. Yes!
That’s what I’ll be. Upon rocks I
shall sit or fly the oceans, free.
Oh, but free. What is free?
How far is free? I am not free.
I wish to fly to the end of free!
A gull, that is me, I am a gull.
I see the ocean white with foam.
So,is the oceam or the foam free?
I am not a gull and the oceans are
Not free and the foam is not free
And I am not free. I just am…
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