Fossilised in a crevice I call home
Hidden by tall trees
Out of my reach
In abeyance of nothing
For I hold the key
To a door which never opens
A secret which never tells
A life spun out of figments of delusion
Captured spirits live within me
Sharing their wealth
Colouring the step I take
With their blessings and
I hunger for the brio
To set free the lion that
Stilled the savage plane