Safe And Sound Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Walk out does not mean
To walk free
Let the magician tell you
About the silver cord
And the tyranny
Of the body

That will stand
Just so much foolishness:
Back quickly now
Hand over hand

Down the cord
And once again
Safe in prison-

tis a good sleight- of- hand trick
The projection of the
Self out of the body
But very wearing
And hardly worth it-

The encircling demons
And the evil spirits you meet
Are hardly enchanting-

To trade one mask for another
Or one world for another
Means hardly anything

Anything at all.....