the act which sets you free is a guest
remembering, formatting, cementing,
decelerating the accidents of rhyme; this
act of need, of kind, of truce, a kind of
thought – the thought that binds the act
and feel – the river and skin and word; the
act that binds the small, the worm and
thin and hurt, the will of all and naught.
Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
Premeditated act or utterly spontaneous… does freedom care? So many layers to think about…
Freedom used to care. Back when she was not reducible to neurons and forty rules 🙂
Elif Shafak… a different world. Perhaps freedom is an imagined state in which no mater exists, except of course in its imagination 🙂
So much burden of possibility on the overworked ‘perhaps’. It will crumble soon, this perhaps, I tell you, under so much pressure 🙂
Perhaps it will 🙂