Up against a wall,
it’s soft but unforgiving
when it comes to escape
so I dwindle away till there is no desire.
Just to trick it, see?
Pretend I don’t want those things I have been crooning for;
Freedom, music, poetry, love,
Long strides on short grass,
Words that go on in winding to and fro,
On pages that saturate, are saturated with the idea
That’s been kissing me behind closed doors,
Lyrics spill over the side, lick my ears,
Grateful for the open space to fill.
All the while the wall wilts,
Falls into a haze of feather and fancy
and I turn to see
the mason was me