| Hypnotized by young freedom, I chased bedazzling baits of my choice
 until pain came crashing through my doors.
 
 Thank you very much, freedom.
 
 And I ate choice foods with delight
 until my older arteries became clogged
 with a near calamity of consequences.
 
 Freedom, do you need to be fatal?
 
 Computer-enabled, I freely flew commodity
 futures like a test pilot, with precision eyes
 trained on my instruments--then crashed.
 
 Hello, is anyone there?
 Freedom, you truly stink.
 Can I at least be free not to be free?
 
 "Serve," says no voice.
 
 Serve? Why serve?
 
 "It works."
 
 Serve without pay?
 
 "With or without pay--but with energy."
 
 No more freedom, then?
 
 "Remembering your former agony
 while serving where the need is,
 you gain a grounded freedom."
 
 From whom do I hear this?
 
 "From the call without a voice."
 
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