The Crumbling Prison of Old Ideas

…we strive to acquire one emotional

stance, one viewpoint for all life situations

and events: we usually call that being

of a philosophical frame of mind.  

(Friedrich Nietzsche)

Balanced finely on his heel tip

He swirls around

A lion on his back

His sword in the belly of its mate.

Two thousand years and more

He has killed this animal.

Today the carapace cracks,

Splintering, falling…

Armour and beast

 Flow as water 

  Down his back

   To rest as dust

     At his feet.

A smile drops out,

The last stone breaks;

And kicking aside the rubble

He walks into the sun.

I wait until he returns…

As a young woman, 

Her flamboyant skirts

A wild carousel

Swirling around her heels.

The lovers clap and sing.