Slave

This slave to burning insanity

which resides inside the very core of me

this slave needs to be released

and so become

to sit quietly and drink tea in the silences of mine own apperceptions

; his own mind, free to converse outside the realms of madness

– with what, but a reflection of his solitude

and if he emits some charge of self

will it not simply be a vapour

for what is solitude but ethereal agonies of desire

where with the quest to reach inside his own mind

and pluck at the very core of knowledge

he becomes the teacher of himself

; my own mind, sat as it is in perpetual darkness, a slave

– to what, but a reflection of my solitude, mine own apperception of life