Shibari

Aibunawa

Along came a spider called Freedom

Dark and immaculate

It spun a sky from nothing

And named it Possibility

Upon its web I hope and dream

I am connected to heaven's eternal gaze.

I am drip-fed desire by the gift of its potential form

Faith does not starve with such precision

High I look down upon that which suffers

Those who walk unthreaded beneath the egregore

I love them and hate them for what they endure.

I rub between my fingers the gravity they cannot escape

They call this suffering

Bound by their addictions. Restricted by their afflictions.

Tied to their emotions. Dogma on their head and hands

Praying for death to deliver what living won't abide

And yet---

they pity me.

I bind you in the name of your colorless freedoms. The numbed grayness.

The quiet tyranny of endless choice.

Tell me--

Were you not so entitled to freedom,

would you even call restraint, what held you so gently?