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