If it were easy to break free,
I would leave the common sense of things.

My thoughts would sprout new wings,
Lifting me above the huddled globe
Where people gather in great droves.

If I persist, I hear the high-pitched frequencies
That scintillate along the limits of my mind—

The half-remembered melodies
That hint of broader fields
In which to exercise the powers of our kind.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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