so-called reality met its finality when you broke the chains of causality — “what a malady,” he said madly, “to obey rationality and its suffocating apathy, when actually to live happily is to discard what’s known factually and to let your heart lead — passionately.”
a life of confinement needs a moment of atonement — out of character, the 4th wall broken. a flash, a bolt, the cell door open. “Go– run,” the fates have spoken. the mind electrified, forever awoken.
Life, a deck of cards,
how will you play them?
Life, three balls of yarn,
how will you weave them?
Do you leave the strings
to the Fates
thrice three?
to passively say,
“do what thou wilt
unto me,”
or are you an anomaly,
fate’s threads
made serpentine–
it delights the sisters
when the strings
give a push,
and wrangle free —
don’t be easily woven.
sentience
is sovereignty.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 