Imbroglio

Satin ties bind me
to the beauty that was
which I am not bound to
in any other way
but my own permissiveness
to stay and sleep
on a carriage
going elsewhere
familiarity and convenience
a comfort
the noise and hum
an alternative
to the silence which will come
if I leave.

I am bound by my own
resilient silence
and truth
for what I do is noble
a fearsome thing
to someone able to see
me, beyond.

Known and unknown define
my present situation
a future destination
governed by a silent defiance
the unwilllingness to part
with a benevolent tyrant
who permits my permissiveness
I'm tied to this beauty
and journeying
nowhere freely.

Keep me
I can't have more
Emancipate me
I deserve more?
Free me
I want more
Show me
Is there more?
Wait for me
When I desire more
I will be
For now,
the satin ties that bind
are lovely
for me.