a free man

scary so scary is a free man
the free man is hairy
on your tongue and dry in your lung
slips out of your hand when you grab him
like sand runs down a sand glass
grass is more countable than his accountability
serendipity is more predictable
than him

try to hold him he'll fly
high up the sky like a dragonfly
dragons are shy when they meet his
firey eyes shining blazingly bright
through the very dark night of the
night sky's sight

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