Surrounded by the barbed wire of Mind,

hedged in by circumstance,

confined within four Directions

and inside 360 degrees

- whether polar, planetary or galactic;

by dimensional interfaces,

by four walls.

By skin.

 

So we consider ourselves free?

That we have rights to be, fight for it!

Free - to zap about in each teeny cage,

matters of option or choice only relevant

within the relative confines of each;

every hologram, like Russian dolls

fractally encased within another.

 

We consider any restrictions a wrong;

nothing to do with structural security.

Borders and boundaries, an affront.

Our Home territory

- inside each individual cage -

is the limit of any freedom we may have

and even that  is conditional!

 

Saturn says structure

and structure spells Time!

Plato’s so-called solids:

 - our dimensional Spacetime,

from micro to macro

constructed with and from

frequency, harmonics, geometry, maths

solidified to produce stuff to walk round, measure, get one’s head around;

defined by edges, sides, density

with innards and outards

size and even beginnings and ends.

Without the interfacing skins inbetween

ensuring identity, seperateness

it would all be an amorphous soup

of no-things.

 

As bones provide a layout

for substance to attach to, work with

so the stretchings of stress and growth

build strength and resilience.

Elsewise, we are deluded

nothing more than jelly-bags!

 

 

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