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Yes, we’ve scaled
the mountain top…
no longer the children
of Sisyphus….we’re over the top…
descending into the valley…
walking on the promised land;
We’ve arrived
where we must still
sow seeds swollen
with the pregnancy
of our eternity:
Freedom planted…
liberation blooming;
Come, chained children…
chasing doubtful dreams deferred;
come—cultivating crude clods
of the promised land…
come—scattering
sowed sweet seminal seeds
of our eternity;
Like roaring running rivers
between their banks—
cascading to sea—let us also
keep freedom flowing free.
