So, you thought,
it’s too easy
daily declarations
would enslave me.
Bounded, I breathed
in false strings,
warheads cloaked
with declarations
of straw love,
solar winds blow
ions into iridescence
and straw love’s bindings
tumble into nought,
I breathe
three, two, one …
the scent of freedom
beckons,
almost unbound, soon …