The Sensor Ship

What’s the point of an eye never
graced with sight?

Books no one will ever write?

Dailies minus headlines,
taste if you’re not eating,
bread never to be broken?

Or today without a night?

What is love without its hurt?
Fire without some warmth
Languages never spoken?

What is free speech undermined?

That’s how my gift became a
healing wave, not the
curse I imagined it would always be
little wish braved into fearlessness
to emerge an entity

in pursuit of dominion, liberty
building a bridge to continuity
dispel ambiguity
to speak free in a world that

emphasizes unity

punishes transparency
labeling it lunacy
there’s truth in high treason-

abuse is overlooked but a
better world is mutiny


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