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confined to a leaky and sinking old boat
confined by chance
by the aware yet archaic brain
by the thought
the emotions
by evolution
for or against
restricted by the lungs
neuro-plasticity
choice
fallacy
and function
constrained by rightness
and non-essential wisdom
confined to the limiting possibilities
limited by time
the four directions
Newtonian physics
metaphysics
quantum mechanics
oxygen
and ether
confined by imprecise language
by imprecise education
by certainty and uncertainty
or
by the idiot hands
of the empty wooden-eyed people
encircled by the world-savers
the time-wasters
the paper-faced herd
ensnared by the black mosquito
or mile marker 146
or this time
or no time
or anything
or nothing
less than
more than
or nowhere
confined by the lines in the road
by 29 miles to go
limited to the cell
to the prison outside the cell
to the larger cell outside the prison
larger yes,
but a cell anyway
confined in ability
confined in unknown bias
unknown and known galaxies
known and unknown loves
confined by the answer to the question
by the question
by the words that form the question
confined by this poem
there or here
back and forth
or not back and forth
drowning in impotent ideas
morals, values, or
lack thereof
confined by no judgment
or too much judgment
or just enough
or just right
deadened by politeness
by tambourines
by porcelain
or locomotives of faith
pounding on you like broken piano keys
sedated by the rising concrete
and moreover
and therefore
nevertheless, however, furthermore,
and whatever
and your escape from whatever
and whatever’s escape from you
forced under by too much
or not enough
forced under by rotted vegetables
or a burnt out headlight
confined by psychological voyeurism
peering in during the last moments of solitude
or perhaps
confined by underwater warfare
by changing sides
and walking home afterwards
shoes blown to smithereens
confined by it
confined by what
by how
when
confined by why
deadened by why
dead because of why
yet, released by why
opened by its absurd arbitrariness
unbound by its empty nothingness
being set free by the breathtakingly plain
and ultimate conclusion
is as decent a thing
as anyone can know.
©2009, Ananda Osel
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