Brick Walls

PART 1

I ask for freedom

from this,

(this what?)

But,

I am

the maker and made.

the free-er and freed.

There is nothing

to be free of,

not even this,

this freedom.

PART 2

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Spirits roam.

Is this freedom?

 a genie,

out of a bottle?

This confusion

of boundless space?

Missing walls,

confines

brutal

more than the solidness of a brick wall

to halt your flight.

PART 3

Brick walls have a way of laughing

at  you.

They,

 solid

lasting.

You like a puff of smoke on the wind.

Here,

but not for long.

Brick walls chortle,

“You foolish humans, think you are so real.

You are naught but thought and spin.

You are not of the same as me,

lasting ,

enduring.

Laughing at your folly.’

Brick Walls. 12/03/20

With the closeness reserved for a lover,

I feel the roughness of brick,

the ageless craftsmanship

 kisses my finger tips.

‘Yes, I say, ‘you are of another world,

transcending time,

space.

sorrow.

You have not the pain

of humans.

No fear of end unseen.

You’ve earned the right to laugh.

One hundred years of watching the

farcical parade of empty lives.

One hundred years of hollow

nothings passing.

Laugh walls,

but remember the last laugh is always loudest.’

I sense the silent scream

as the wrecking ball

hurtles through the air.