I will not be tethered to the economy,
nor will I be immured by modernization.
Our spirit should be apart of a better breathing and nomadic body,
Or at least shall we float amidst the elements like plankton.
There will be no chains upon my flesh,
and there will not be any servitude.
I continue to a place.
Let the waves crash off your back and shoulders.
The sounding call is heard.
You may turn like fearsome captains,
wings like foaming fire,
blue and white with the sun peering in between steel and iron.
Nothing shall keep us captive except our imaginations,
the persuasion of nature,
and any fact that will spare us from amassing deception.
One more person out of the myriad that went away,
proving up the power of an unsculpted palace.