Chains of perception

												The chains 
												of perception 
												sing the song 
												of solitude. 

					The chant 
					echoes 
					as a tribute 
					to the tribe 
					of objectivity.

												The trap is set.

								A spell 
								of subjectivity
								is cast 
								upon those 
								who desire 
								to control 
								the silent 
								through 
								our melodic 
								senses; 
								stating 
								it is objective 
								by using 
								our treacherous 
								minds to build
								an empire 
								out of dust.

					Can you feel 
					how power 
					becomes 
					the powder 
					that stings 
					our owned 
					sight? 

												Chained 
												to a headache 
												I am 
												as I am 
												informed 
												of my limits 
												through perception.

			My buzzing 
			shout denounces 
			my lack of freedom 
			as I cry the dazzling 
			song of frustration.
			 
									 			Let me go! 

So much sorrow 
cannot be contained
in a song of perpetual 
confinement. 

						I mask my pain, 
						marking my blindness 
						with spots of faith.
 
												I walk toward 
												the wall until
												perception 
												shakes my head… 

				No!  

								Is it all 
								dead 
								ended?

It is my precept 
to sing until 
I find the truth. 

										Is there such truth? 

								Imagination 
			precedes perception,
creation 
			precedes imagination, 
									love
			precedes creation,
all 
			proceeds from love, 
									love 
				seeds all;
all 
				seeds love,
									love 
			  feeds creation,
imagination
				feeds us,
								 perception 
			 feeds imagination
				 as a loop
				 	  .
				    Deep 
			       in the 
			       forest 
				  of wills
			      as a mill  
			   in a rotational
			      infinity
			       		.
 
								As a loop 
								it can exist
								because 
								infinity 
								exists
								in buds 
								of chains. 

If infinity 
		     exists, 
					   then…

Can I challenge 
		the wall of despair 
					by confronting 
							perception 
									with my 
									    imagination?
Can I defy 
	imagination
			by loving
				creation?

	Can I deal 
		with it all 
				by being 
						love?

					Who is it 
							who loves?

							Who am 
									I as I love?

							Where is 
								the wall
									if I am 
										the wall? 

									What are my limits 
													if I am a loop?

		 What is infinity 
					    if I am limitless?

					Who am I?

				     Silence. 
No more shouting. 
							I am aware.