Amendment One timothy e.g. bartel 78 The freest speech takes longest to be freed. It waits where it is sure it must belong, In mental realms undredged by common thought Like glowing fish in trenches miles down, Unlit by sun, unclassified by eyes. But glow they do, the self-illumined things, Among the massive shadows of the deep, Their power sensed in stillness or in sleep. I do not know the deepest speech in me; It may be anger, madness, or a song That waits beyond the bitterness of years. Be patient with the one who measures out And casts another line into herself: The freest speech takes longest to be freed.