I got my first taste of freedom the day I emerged from prison.
I began life anew, starting from scratch.
My name cleared, I had been found innocent.
I began to travel. I always felt someone was following me.
There was someone following me.
It was the guilty one. The one I went to prison for.
Why are you following me? I asked.
You bring me luck, he replied.
He pulled out a gun.
Why? I asked.
I kicked him in the shin.
He fell to the ground.
I picked up the gun and shot him.
I ran. Threw the gun into the river.
They never caught me.
On a certain hilly landscape
I watched as the sky fell.
I watched as the moon broke.
I saw armies defeat themselves.
I heard bells lose their sound.
I saw rain falling.
On a certain hilly place
I threw myself to the ground.