why are you come unto this place? KRONOS

WHY ARE YOU COME UNTO THIS PLACE? (a fortnight hence)

 

Magistrates, they come and go, the world is full of them, but little despots fade too slow, amid realms too fraught with men…

 

Small ideas control the world, the heart’s forgotten song, no matter skies nor dreams that swirl, the things for which we long…

 

Order, structure, fall in line, at your peril deviate, we’re all consigned to fatal time, so sayeth magistrates…

 

Thus filled with all his tired air, chest hewn with medal’s gleam, too many more than he can bear, projects what e’er must seem…

 

Relevant, e’en at the last, as if history blinks an eye, in tedious order lives are cast, and then they pass us by…

 

Enters quiet as Sullen sleeps, such curious confluence, what counsel do such dreamers keep, and at what consequence?

 

And Sullen for his sleeping part, was far away in bliss, dreaming from his daring heart, of all the one’s he missed…

 

And lucid scenes adorned his mind, as if contemporaneous reels, our friendships and these lives entwined, from which Kronos e’er steals…

 

Precious moments, days, and years, live and love with all you’ve got, live beyond our slavish fears, that we might somehow slip the knot…

 

Of what awaits in time’s embrace, the silent haunted halls, for we can texture our own space, with a thousand heartfelt calls…

 

Unto being more than fools can bear, live far beyond their chains, awake at last to finally breathe the air, to find courage remains…

 

Inside.

 

“Did you wish to flee and hide, inside of your own dreams?” Magistrate asked at last.

 

Sullen stirred and quelled the hallowed scenes, in which his dreaming self was cast…

 

“I’ve no wish to hide from you or anyone, you’ve but interrupted time, it’s only idleness that kills someone, who has a friend to find…

 

Take some hours, days, or weeks, it’s all the same to me, we seekers find the ones we seek, as you will come to see…”

 

Magistrate clenched his fists so tight, for his hatred of those who dream, to live beyond imposed blight, and the state-imposed scheme…

 

Just then the clocktower sang, the dire passing of an hour, the rifles of a line of soldiers rang, an ode to stately power…

 

“You will find I’m here to learn, the secrets you would tell, regarding that for which such seekers yearn, beyond this cold and hollow cell…

 

No matter what you think you’ll find, no matter existential cost, you will feel this cold in kind, and lament the one’s you’ve lost…

 

What is it that brings you joy? Why are you come unto this place? We’ll diminish all your spirit, boy, wipe that smile from your hopeful face.”

A narrow fissure in the frame, a window one could say, not unlike the one through which he came, through sky on that mythic day…

 

Sullen sighed and closed his eyes, as guards pulled him roughly from his bed, “i am as free as endless cirrus skies” he muttered as they beat him at the head…