like Niagara Falls is freedom
perhaps the only freedom there is
though of course we still live with the dead
who go on needing our love and response
as we theirs their dead ideas remain behind
lodged in the great repositories of thought
but when you think of a thing like singing
you know what it’s like to burst
into an opera of thought the plot
of a thinker thinking his own
free thoughts all the parts
sung by the same brilliant actor
beaming in the audience of the heart
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