Bas Relief Terra Cotta by the late Georges Jeanclos
Spiraling, ascending heaven bound
Hovering briefly above my earth’s gravity
Avoiding the annoyance of medical personnel
In hot pursuit
Blending into the concrete bas relief
Escaping notice momentarily
The edge of my garment ,
made from the silken fibers not of this world,
reveals my position.
All trying to take me back to the restraints
I’ve escaped from.
The trap set to hinder my freedom
Its metal hinges disguised by many forms
Me sneaking into open windows
Blending into the darkness of an impoverished room
Or singing in the halls of great cathedrals
Or spinning around the trees avoiding
Militant robotic mechanisms designed for combat
Leaving “the you”
The one that flayed my skin from my bone
and discarded all the flesh between
And looking, searching for “the you” buried by
one that feels
Something good towards me.
Desiring nothing more than excavating
That person that I know exists
before our spirits are separated forever.
The love that I know is there.