See No Evil
See No Evil
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Who then dares to contest my will,
liberate my tethered limbs of imprisonment,
and free me from my shallow human plight.
My shell is mine to concede, mine to hold,
And you have no right
to release my cowering mind to freedom.
I am bound by this refuge of the flesh,
this nub of life, and I will not take flight.
Even if fear leads my weary bones to folly,
so be it,
I choose the dream and reject your enticement.
Death is no panacea, no solution to human suffering,
it is the end of flesh, my humble ragged image.
Even if I return within some macabre plan of ascendance,
I reject my torturous mind’s affinity with self,
its irrepressible search for freedom.
God help me!
I can only fear this flight of chance,
this omniscient expansion, this transformation.
It crowds me, tugs at my heart and leaves me breathless,
tormenting me and clothing my fears with armour.
Why can I not live in simplicity,
ignorant of possibility and free from enlightenment.
Let me hold my flesh, at least for now.
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