you know, i saw the wise dogs again
wild walking their leashed wildness
and thought about it
while copp trotted on icebergs and fetched baby bergs,
real freedom leads to peace,
and the general leash to repression,
and repression generally to violence, i was thinking this not entirely
hyperbolically but sort of parabolically,
as when we walked the ice floes we both heard gunshots, and looked at each other
and by the harbor on the road were many emergency vehicles and confusion.
the ice is lovely and there is peace in freedom, but what we pay for freedom puts paid to the notion of freedom and makes us slaves of violence and violence masters.
someone sold me i should get obombacare for my toothache, and i said surely that is an oxymoron. you know what, i don't care
if this makes sense. you know what
i'm talking about humans have become
inimical to freedom, nature and life.
we should not call it freedom if it comes with drones
and we should not call it wild if it is under collar and leash.