Copenhagen Junkie's blog: "Poem"

I'll move until these flames consume my bone, 
churn the skeletal ivory prison into 
an honest break for freedom. Ash on the wind, 
so if your words carry more weight remember 
I will always be at peace with that. 
Your heavy handed tactics may give warrant 
to the laws of this planet and to physics generally. 
But while you grunt under the gravity 
you cherish so deeply, I'll be rising 
with the quickened breath of the planet. 
Now I'll confess, I could never truly be rid 
of this mass which hinders my travels, 
but remember I can be moved entirely 
by the exhale of any lover who I meet. 
So while you stand planted and sure, 
I throw myself into hurricane country 
and reap the benefits of the storm 
drinking in all the knowledge, 
propelled constantly by kind words and loving gestures. 
I might have little effect on who you are, 
and may be nothing more than potential curled up 
at the edges and fragmenting with the moments; 
but I'll be damned if you can paint 
my exploits as little more than drifting. 
I'm a wind rider. Companion of the ocean, 
the hills, those trees. I don't pretend 
to know them any better, but my word 
we are infinitely closer. 
I would not suggest I know more 
about this brilliant country night than you, 
but these porcelain licks of spirit 
spreading across the otherwise black naked canvas, 
they speak to me. We've held counsel together 
every night so if I miss what they are saying largely 
I don't worry. There will always another midnight besides, 
I think I know what those vivid ivory voices are driving at. 
"Live lightly, breathe free." They utter in the faintest 
morning light. They know its a given: 
the brightest stars cannot shine forever, 
But the bravest burn best in hours of darkness, 
and are remembered centuries after 
they depart from the celestial void.