Friday, March 9, 2018

Kit Kelen #798 - house arrest

798
house arrest

I am my own prisoner

tied to the mast
and own petard

having agreed certain
terms and conditions

bound to see what's
listen up

I am probably exploding

the news is cruel
come in

periphery
a not-beyond
which pail
of how-we-came
glory slaughter

prisoner of all I have
own thoughts
and closest secrets

truths till day's done
cows come

nutshell bound
king of the infinite

under the yoke of my own whim

as if locked up like this
head at a time

but tune creeps in
and spider's hiding
namelessly

a cavern claw
like wombat hutch

ways lit
bright of many mansions
were these dad's?

the land of my language
shall we say soul?
or nation?
was I born to it?

still a sky here others lack
and falling, all sorts

sun to stand
cloud decked

it's yours to believe

I bear it on
I'm borne to it

red handed
apprehend myself

it's time has marched us on to here
speak uncensored
but all our words already meant

and we were the smoke through the trees
the hill lit
where struck
took root

being me the instruments
I will exact confession
there's retribution

and in the rhythms of the rain
we're set
like trap till off we go

this is the world
will see me out

who has the key
is cagey

a prisoner
of love at least
if I know now
what I knew then

so all the world stopped here
arrested in this house

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