Untamed And Free 5.5.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Sitting at work on a chair that is
torturing my back, time effectively
dilated to infinity while we are floating
over the surface of reality

All its many vertical dimensions hidden
from our sensory powers, seeing just the
smallest range of light, hearing but a few
frequencies of sound

Imprisoned within biological limitations, with
no effect on our emotions, doing work which
offers no challenges at all, does not stimulate
the imagination

Living within a grinder to cut up our dreams and
kill the spirit until we resemble a machine – well,
luckily I’m the most awkward, useless machine
that has ever been

While time is taking me on its wings in and out of
existence; there is no way to keep my soul enclosed
within meaninglessness; although the outer shell is
useless stupidity

Hidden within is the chrysalis, forever untamed and free;
forever malleable to the power of illusion and fantasy;
forever beyond the reach of the material crushing
machines which they call

The happiness of conformity!