Meandering inside the confines of my solitude
I asked the forest, which tree is your boundary?
Just read the first line of my poem
And if you don’t feel like reading
The lines that follow, then maybe
Bin it; it isn’t worth the trouble.
When I was taken over by desire
I consumed myself in the fire
Forsake my book of wisdom
Forgot the pleasures of freedom.
Look! Those who win have plastic minds
Ready to mould and ready to bend
And always taking, a shape that sells.
I came to you to “embrace the wings of void”*
Like a boat without a sail and oars to guide;
Along your banks and away from the crowd
You walked me through timeless present