Manacles made of thoughts
Enchain spirits encaged
In asymmetric chambers
Of bodies neglecting to heed,
Prisoners they conceal within,
Terrestrial material planes
Where the tangible struggles
To conceive the impalpable yet,
Inexplicably perceives its essence
As it knocks on the soft membranes,
Of a mind striving to connect.
The incarcerator attempting
To acquaint, itself with the incarcerated
Who, peacefully surrenders as it knows
It will be freed from shackles with,
The death of thoughts and the burning
Of the corpse.
[Featured painting: Sea Chain by Carlin Blahnik]