To a Treble Clef Liberation Symphony

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Like

towering emerald

blades

mowed into bits

and pieces

scattered across

quilted earth,

we shall rise

and grow again—

piercing the veiled sky

to taste the sweetness

of anti gravitational

liberation.

Likewise

are we like leaves

of grass that yellow

and bronze

 into woven carpet:

Lazarus others

shall follow—

as flowers die—

birthing seeded fruits

falling to fertile soils

cocooning

metamorphic justice

that Ahab savored

in empty bones

others would scorn.

We are similes

of dry bones

and winter trees—

circadian rhythms

rising to melodic freedom

scaling a treble clef

liberation.