round about there

Round about there

round about there

I‘ll flee from my inspiration
Separate myself from chestnut isolation
Amend my ties with despondent places
Turn away from scornful faces

Shall I run rings?
Like sanctimonious kings
Around timeless circles and back
With no warning of written attack

If I should fall into allotted designs
Without being dressed to the nines
But still keep standing on the same spot
Where I’ll wait and wait for the starting shot

Designs that flout convention
Until they make my final invention
Of which I can not create
I know it will leave me in a bad physical state

I’ll reverse my unwritten life
Areas where dullness is rife
But there I will see my escape
It will take the form of any distorted shape

By Ruby Lake