Thursday, 7 February 2019

That Little Place


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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