Friday, 5 October 2012

A Lion Caged in the Alhambra

Nature traps the genius into a prison,
and piques to the utmost
his desire to free himself
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

His world a prison,
A fine old piece
Built just for him
By a great craftsman
With a key only he could use.

But something went wrong,
With his upbringing?
We surmise, we amateurs,
And he never found the lock
This key would fit.

So he sits now alone
A sage in a palace of fools
With no way out
To create new worlds
With forms that have yet to exist.

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