he was locked in
to be kept out

each day he walks
the boundary line
of his exclusion

and the guns
the guards
the wires strung
keep him where he is
where he was

keep him out

his dream daily now
is remade
ragged ragged thing
of shreds against a fence
he dare not approach

and it would be funny
if he allowed it
almost amusing to reflect
that where he had been he dreamed
of here
and the dream he dreamed then
was free
a guttering of softened light
towards a warmth
that surely awaited him

now he is here
truly here
his dream is in a lock-down
now he is here
there is no free
only the cage

it was a dream
just a dream
and at night
every night
he strives
in all the ways he can
to set it free


Poem #391 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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