I want to talk to the keeper
\nof the keys, the locksmith.
\nThe one who designs locks
\nto keep things in and out.
\nMichael wants to fly
\nand laments his boy\u2019s body.
\nHe is locked in his
\nearth bound frame.<\/p>\n
The bird is locked in its frailty,
\nwith wings that cannot build.
\nThe seed hovers in its shell
\nwaiting for the one
\nwho will bury it or break it open,
\nand I stand outside
\nthe locks in me,
\nthat chain my soul.<\/p>\n
So I ask
\nthe keeper of the keys,
\nwhy not lock all the locks away,
\nand see what the world becomes
\nwithout all its locks
\nthat close things in and out,
\nand let things be
\nwhat they will be?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want to talk to the keeper of the keys, the locksmith. The one who designs locks to keep things in and out. Michael wants…<\/p>\n