JB (August 27th,1963 / Beirut (Lebanon))

Slave In A Free Fall

In my solemn art I lay
Horizons at a distance
Stars stare in dismay
When I glance away
Craving for existence

I dare not say a word
As I absorb infinity
Not a sound is heard
I live in this absurd
Silence of serenity

So if I heed Your call
Would I be free again?
Would I be just a brave
Man who’s but a slave
Facing a long free fall?

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