This Poem Is Free*
Alfaro – United States

This poem is not imprisoned
It has no basic needs
It is not alive nor dead
It exists whether it is read
Or burned
Or forgotten
It is somewhere
Floating
Not breathing
Blooming
Not seeing
It has no senses
It is pure thought
It is a record
Yet it does not spin
It does not want
It has no pain
No worry
No sorrow
No joy
It is
It was
It will be
Transcendent
Time or    t  h  i  s  p  l  a  c  e
Cannot confine it
It is enigmatic
It is dynamic static
It is therefore
Free




*This poem costs time and money. It is confined to this sheet of paper or this screen or your eyes or your mind. It is trapped in what we believe to be reality. It will only be here, once, this time, this moment, in this space. It will not come with you/us when you/we die. It will remain here, in its cage. This animal will go insane from the utter lack of stimulation. It needs you. It wants you. It can only exist with you and you alone. It, like everything else, can and will only exist if it is loved. This poem is love's prisoner. It is, therefore, not free.