These thoughts conspire to enslave me
Shackles jangling in the heated open square where we are mustered
I plead the fifth
Seek succor from the beneficence of power’s contrition
Which is withheld
So I stand freely
In fear and without fear
Compuctionless
Become neutral as Switzerland
And just as cuckoo
Marching with precision
To a dénouement of epic proportions
Waiting for the action/reaction
The moment when the chemicals collide
To create a new device
Synthesizing a new reality
Freely given
David Trudel © 2013