Manouevred

directionless winds

knocked at my door

I opened with trepidation

let in the force

 

it found its way

in nooks and crevices

compacting itself

to fit into my devices

 

they are my tools now

they’ll do what I say

to win back lost freedom

see the light of day

 

I release their essence

in the darkness of night

hollow, white covers

move in the light

 

moving with zero effort

they love the free ride

empty exhilaration

they fail to look on the side

 

they’ll move up and down

I manoeuvre the levers

rushing in blind alleys

now giving them shivers

 

 

 

7 February 2020