Then there is the little place which time & space
made you make t’ dwell within; you know that it
maintains th’ sanity you built for it, th’ sanctuary
where your ideas are coyly freed intransigence -
or raw contingencies that th’ rest of you cannot
be let embrace; so here & safely stored within a
framework you designed, within the mind you’d
hoped would last the course - there is this clear
cognisance of the peace you sought - and kept
unblighted of the raging Lunacy abounding just
beyond the opaque walls; out There’s a thrall of
Bondage and its Tyranny, the slave’s subjection
to all evil power’s inanity, and with a rigid Creed
Supreme t’ truly keep their peons bound within
You can’t escape Reality that Breeds itself, and
yet you made a vow you’d See The Other Side,
creating what you need by ways that of a sheer
originality defines what’s in its hypnotising hie -
your mind is where you’re truely free, and there
you can abide and ever keep yourself in Peace
© 4 February 2019, I. D. Carswell
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