Morality Versus Freedom


It came from the distance –
Like a fast train that slows down,
A hundred miles before the arrival of its destination,
So as not to crash and burn.
It came through reflection;
Running it over again in my mind,
For why had it disturbed me so…?
It came like a long drawn out, droning voice
That had bounced back from the moon,
Or perhaps voyaged from the farthest galaxy,
Many too many light years away…
…and it made me wonder
as it asked me the same question
…again and again;

what must he have thought (of himself)
when he cut off his right ear?



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