The Escape

Part III

Don't speak to me in your possum riddles!

I'm the wild, what you can

never understand or reach.

Language and thought divide us;

all words separate us and the poem

you wish to write will never

be written unless you lie.

Look into my holy foolscap's face

and know yourself for what you are.

Your betrayal is your own.

I never left this peaceful

unity of being.