away from me
I rarely see.
But when I glimpse
my wondering mind
it’s then I find
the cogs at grind.
My mind a separation.
A fools idol, that mind, a’wondering,
to freedoms call, it goes a’blundering,
as I recall, and I’m surrendering
my freedoms lost, to idle rendering.
To know this creeping paradox,
is to sever clinks, disguised as cogs.
The minds’ defiance, it unlocks
unveiling pebbles, from the rocks.