The horizen is lightest on thunderstorm days
rain dampering windows only as long as you let it.
Its simple mathematics to break glass & stroll through;
window panes cannot contain thee.
Private lawns become only a symbol of image crisis'
with disregaurd for public places & rain kissed sand
sticking to balls of feet; it's an adventure tossed.
Barriers jumped!
Freedom is powdered stone nestled between
briar patches and aquadic conditions.
It's the place for your soul to go
the lowest point of a gravity pull.
Lucy, I've come home now,
to stick toes in soil or ozone
and simply sit and cry.
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