Self Portrait

My hand hangs from the stirring wheel, Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal My eyes declare thru the windshield an undemonstrative lurk and conscience waterboarded by a stimulant The faded, light and long strokes depict A thinker stifled, suffering a long-term imprisonment Do you believe in sacrifice for other’s freedom? Do you accept scaling the entrails of your wisdom? Alas! Valor mounted on black wings A bird, ravenous, painted under the fender If to live, is carried out in one who brings Entertainment, from joy, by a creator And food, a sour carcass as a chimera, held in claws You should amuse to create with a craving appetite Instilled the bird gored and digested the applause Are you prepared to die for this continuance? Are you willing to defend imagination’s allegiance? Passion is a purple seed filled and fruitful heart Sacrifice is death’s wishbone My memorial, in remembrance, gifts the long part The bird's thankless effort snaps off the short end to own I enlists work under power of ball and chain Which of the two will you fulfill? And the bird evades an unbidden will of pain Do you take this obligation freely? Will you discharge this duty well and faithfully?