How must I disfigure my words
Conform endless unbound ideas
into tiny boxes of acceptance

How must I contort my essence
Submit the free-running child
to the shackles of conformity

How must I restrain my fiends
Imprison giants of creativity
in dark gaols of deliverances

How must I subdue my epiphany
Contour the remarkable enigma
into blasé shams of the known

Deliver my feet to the melody
Stretch out for me a universe
of open and magical unknowing

Published by Yaku Potgieter

Live Simply

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