Brother man is free.
Try to put the wind behind bars try to chain the sea.
Deflection misdirection missed connections.
But still they flow
immune from prison.
When stopped they go.
You could call it Zen.
The ineffable indescribable unpoemable Soul is free.
My friend my incarcerated Brother yearning to be
free free like Brother man we know you hurt and we know you’re scared
to be alone with your thoughts
as we all are. It’s OK. It’s all going to be OK. You can let him go.
Release the son to the sun to life beyond and now release him let him fly
free to find the next.