The piece masquerades as a call to liberation but lurches from concrete to airy abstractions without a pivot, leaving the reader on a slippery sextile trap of half‑imagined flight. Lines like "Breaking stones" and "Like fire, Like pain" pile banal similes that fall Premise lies in a whose anchor is never disclosed, so every metaphor terminates in a blank. The exhortation to "Spread your wings" feels commodified, as if freedom is a purchasable reset button tied to inevitable escape from "ground resolutions". Despite its airy surface, the poem’s rhythm is dissonant: abrupt enjambments and zero meter reveal a deliberate anti‑form that gurgles beneath the claimed aspiration to let go.

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