On the occasion of my graduation
From serf to slave
I felt ashamed of my freedom
Perceiving how only those who love
Are free and this sat me down
It was a cumulative apprehension
Of revolutionary dimensions
And being toward dawn already leaning
I woke up in the dream of the world
In the dream of myself
And you were there mingling
Some party in a basement
Both keeping our distance
Or over coffee fast and furious
The one who knew this too
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