A kind of freedom every day new learningsa fact on my shouldera meaning in my kneecapa flood of sensory skills attacking my nostrilsthis body is a facility for instruction intakethis skin a container for enlightenment I expandexplore the spectrum of my curious auraingest the zest of data’s pulsing wisdomdabble mingle marinatein the unknown so foreign… Continue reading Poem 162 – A kind of freedom