Watch the curtains intertwined.
See the chaos undefined.
Not the thought I had in mind,
Though getting closer hourly.
I hate to think I'm in a hole
Where all is hidden but my soul.
I need the edge defined and whole,
But I'm tasting freedom sourly.
The meaning of the sounds below
Fills me with... I hardly know.
But pounding, pounding, is the flow
That longs to overpower me.
Untie the curtains, starve the lie;
Bid the violent chaos die.
And call me clearly forth: now I
May in your castle tower be.
Understanding starts to bud,
And words are dripping like a flood.
But despite the hyssop, or the blood,
I stand here bowed and cowardly.
Then take the driftwood of desire
And set the curtains all on fire.
postscript
Tear it out and burn it up, rather than let me stay tangled in it!