The Chain

I chose to be the weak link in the chain,

because that chain no longer served.

I broke it to be free of a world unsane.

For to fly is to reach for skies azure.

As if to dream of places unimagined,

might imply that they can not exist.

As if to seek out love confined in logic,

means that what I feel are phantoms still.

Fathom will.

There-until

something breaks.

Feel it shake.

Soon enough the rust gives way,

pulverized to dust.

Moon above. Thy strength decay.

All defy the just.