No order might mean
that none is needed
Doing its own reward
it bears to be repeated
no outcome always process
always love more love more
that’s the only progress
kick at it though I might
it’s a truth now I can see
that there’s quite a knot
tangled up in the word free
terrorizing as a mirror
longing like a window
open like that longest door
unstuck to let the wind blow
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