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.