The cage,
made of rusty lies and iron wills,
is set.
Built to prison fierce beasts
with golden manes or royal plumage,
whose talons and claws
rapped the floors and walls
til fresh blood glistened
on dull metal.
Their being cries out to be free.
But,
the gawkers stand outside
with gaping maws,
amused by the dumb beasts.

The snow hung heavy on the trees,
muffling the ever restless forest.
An celestial calm.
Crunch.
Footstep breaks the silence.
Crunch, Crunch.
Determined boots forge through the pure surroundings.
Crack, sploosh.
Body slipped into a torrid river,
leaving a hole in the ice
and footprints.

I lay down another thread. Strung across my mind, it connects; observations with ideas, or dreams with reality. Since we were kids, we have all been building these webs. Only we know the intimate details of the sprawling chasm. Every memory tethered to an emotion. This vast net creates and manipulates our life. In the continuing search for something new, original, fresh, Real: I have become entangled. A fly trapped. These looping thoughts have me stuck.