fragile cells holding
body parts in place—
but not Mind. No.
no cellular restrictions.
the place from which
finds the scratch in the plastic,
the minute fissure in the wooden box,
the tiny spot under the foil lid on the milk bottle.
Mind seeks light
no matter how dense the container.
it meets other Minds
the place with no borders
where artists need not contain themselves.
Genie out of the bottle,
It fears not the Contained,
rigid in their plastic and wood and glass,
unable to move from their fixed places of judgment;
in vessels of their own making.
Written in Salt Lake City, Utah
after a dream in the early hours of 05/20/12