ㅁ Cage of lions and I we are two things Secure within immutability safe inside my sphere I pound my head against its walls begging to be free. Then a man with silver key cracks my prison sets me free. I grab some glue, I gasp for breath I beg the man to take his key, and go away. Patching sphere repairing cracks I turn around and pound my head against its other walls. I know the answer I have asked the questions but no one tells me how Dog and bug are in a room. A green plant.
– a free-form poem. This poem is a “guest post” from my own past: I wrote this poem while in high school, in 1982. I transcribed to my “retroblog” in 2010.
