Centre

Centre

At the centre…

The elements are held

Tight stable

So muscles of the mind roam free.

In this freedom, the wits have

Come far, far away from the mean…

Intelligence flies, beholds

Debris of lies,

Turns the meaningful into meaningless,

The stable into fragile,

The depth into shallow…

But the kite has not forgotten still

To screech the name,

In the midst of a craquement;

It suddenly feels to upend,

Au secours!

It squeals,

But alas, it uses acuity.

                                                                       

No exit from freedom,

The so-called found-in-the-lexicon

Liberty, out of sync

With the centre…

09 July 2014