On Purpose & Evasion

The ceiling of this shelter is more arresting than these walls
Which represent a breastplate screening distractions in the hall.
I wish for no allied crown but an opening to invade
The heavenly, subhuman void where philosophy awaits.

A soundtrack to my life runs its toll: almost hot electricity;
News bulletin, sitcom frivolity, all background to this vicinity.
Realization, I can’t make ineffective, there asserts this case;
I must bow to digital kings & queens and quietly plan escape.

A wilderness-mind riotously has reinvented leisure
Inside my bones, a burlesque-marrow, aches for new-found pleasure;
Yet, I find the day & night fulfilled by vertical fantasy,
A moment doesn’t lend a hand, the rain plays gentle on the masonry.

My pen inscribes a document for the art of contemplation,
While my heart fights strongly, faithful dreamer of some revelation;
Alone I wait with a minor call on questionable activities
That this city provides as unpaid trips, brief accessible amenities.

Why do I feel the prerequisite to change the world to change
My satisfaction like I am unconvinced with given range?
My script is written in the stars, & how dangerous is that place?
A pirate’s mouth I better have to secure a title in this coming race.

A tadpole I am, currently, swimming in the fish-bowl irons,
Seemingly sedated gaze remarkably unbothered by the sirens
Singing hauntingly everywhere beyond the grasp of lesser life form,
But meditating – I am instead learning – the craft of such a violent storm.