The Prisoner Secedes,
by J. W. Cassandra
The prisoner bound by epochs, secedes:
The chain that I wrought for myself, falls down,
Its links burst into pieces, like the bubbles,
What I wrought to be unbreakable, splinters off;
Its never-been links are only time-debris.
The chain that you wrought for yourself, falls down,
Its links burst into pieces, like the bubbles,
What you wrought to be unbreakable, splinters off;
Its never-been links are only time-debris.
The chain clatters, the time clanks:
What waking up from a dream, man sets forth
That will be instead of link of bondage:
No chains, no prisoner: there is an existent, the only.
There had been never, nowhere anyone else, but him.
09/02. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra
Beautiful poem 🙂
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