by Tim Kavi
twisted wires
speak messages
to anonymous users
licensed
to fictional selves
twisting and turning
across the world
spreading messages
of love and hope
will the real
be known and found
or is it Plato's cave
magnified?
sometimes freedom
is just obtaining
an unrestricted IP address
and other times
it is the ability to speak freely
on the street
but there is always
a turning to a knowing
where even
in a Wintry morning
I am found
in the Yous across
the world.
Poet's Afterwords: Another poem of protest by Tim Kavi
