There is a new writing that happens

that I WILL TO BE

when there are not consequences.

 

My art will not choke,

surely will not drown,

in this free space.

 

You could not stop the word,

not by ending the site,

because there is paper,

or destroying paper,

because there is voice and signals,

and not by endings my movements,

because of the mind,

or of ending my life,

as there may somehow be dreams.

 

Maybe,

somehow.