Free

you will never be free of me

i am the gusset plates holding

the bridge of your soul

above the black water

the keystone allowing your spirit

to arch into the infinite

and impossible spaces of time,

and you will never be free

you will never be free of me

in the dark spaces

crawling in the mud and the tangled wire

where your synapses fire, desperately

against impossible odds of memory and

imagination

i will be watching

my hands around your heart

cupping its pulses like a flickering candle

and you will never be free

you will never be free of me

in every cell I have marked my passage

whispered secret instructions

and left tokens

in your dreams I discarded clothing

and illusions,

I walked through your mind

and you will never be free

you will never be free of me

I have marked you in the darkness

and when you come up naked

before the gods

to be judged

they will find poetry written across you

and you will never be free

Photo courtesy of David McCaskill

https://500px.com/photo/209196603/A-Study-in-Pictorialism-by-David-McCaskill/