We are bound to nature
Not bound to any one man or woman
Truly, we are free in the
Will and whim and wit of change
Likeness glues love but how
We art all similar, all shaped
By the wild roguery of the age
We are bound to nature
And to her we rebel
Not bound by the custom of our day
But free to resist and gloat and panic
Against the conformity of the times
We are not even bound to love
Some live in a pure state of individualism
Managing their wealth and health
Just so, and finding new paths to happiness
If I have caught a bird, let him fly
For in flight have I witnessed
The Soul of the Earth
In heights, in speed, in liberty
Women are like the Arts
Forc’d unto none, open to all who search
The liberal arts thus never go out of style
Nor the women who read
Those sort of books, the seas
Receive their contemplation of nature.
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Wuji Seshat 