A Cautionary Tale

Once a
young girl asked her parents
for instruments of constraint - drew a wall and
meditated upon the value of consciousness
'till consciousness was barely a flicker.
Years later, taken to ER,
treated for abrasions, lacerations and perpetrations:
sculpted a mirror from scratch, she
wondered if it could be crossed both ways:
It's a one-way ticket to ride, it seems.

Soon she was declared enemy of all that is human
and bound to a cascade ruby opal grand design,
to pronounce orders of increasing magnitude
such as – Let There Be Light- or
- Let There Be Escapism Through Melancholy.
Unknown to all, something was at play: by
a summer in a green - peace garden, where all could be
cross and crossed, forgotten just as easily,
nothing but a movement further, yet stepping sideways.