The Cost of Free

Click accept, click agree. It holds it. Thin blue line of legal dealings.

Black scripture bent. Chase offered, cost deferred. Grace offered, cost deferred.

Consent. The mission moved without a sound. No smoke, no horns,

no warnings found. Just clean glass walls and open hands while something sacred

changes hands. Free of hums inside the hand. Warm and gray, imperfectly planned.

Teaches comfort, teaches need. Feeds the hunger it will seed. Nothing taken,

nothing gone. Just rewritten what it means to be. Salt exchanged,

the circle closed before you felt what changed in me. No receipt to