Torpor In Lethargia - Poem by Ananta Madhavan
The walls are falling.
Earth shrugs its shoulders,
Jails crack and are level with the ground.
In the high tower the chains crumble
And hold no more. The prisoners
Are free but make no move.
I know this stillness: it is the will
Turned stone, making limbs inert,
Even when the gate is wide open.
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the will-power to be free of inertia and accomplish what
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