In The House Of Anonymity You Are Still The Most Revered King. Poem by RIC BASTASA

somehow when you try to
open up your heart
someone inside you like
a child jumps for joy,

you imagine what happens
next in this dream of
freedom,

but then you think about
the smoke that wants to go
out of the house
that is suffocating not only
you but the whole family
as well,

and you watchis float and
proceeds to an opening of the
window and then you go out
of this house and watch
it comes out of the window
into the sky and then you
cannot see it anymore,


and then you tell yourself
Do you want freedom? you want an
opening?

and you ask, what happens
to the smoke? it is gone.
it does not come back to you
and tell you that
it is happy when it is gone,

what is left is this
nothingness which you cannot
understand
and which you think does not
serve any purpose at all
to give more meaning to your life.


what is freedom? what help does
it give you?
what is an opening of the self?
did it liberate you?

did it make you happy really?
you know the answers.

and so you go back to the bosom
of silence
and learn a better way to
sleep there
so soundly....

in the house of
anonymity
you are still the
most revered
king.