I sunder the barriers
Of my confinement
Rise through the debris
Of my former prison
Grow roots in the sands
Which once shifted beneath me
And in the open air of freedom
Stretch beyond capacities
I could not imagine
I sunder the barriers
Of my confinement
Rise through the debris
Of my former prison
Grow roots in the sands
Which once shifted beneath me
And in the open air of freedom
Stretch beyond capacities
I could not imagine
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls
I see my own boundaries
Are merely frontiers
To be explored
Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility