jaded metal
covers me
smothers me
governs me
dulling me
catching no gleam of sun
or whisper of transcendence
no turning
rote learning
mind burning
but I
burn
burn
burn
into the blooming vine
into the evening shine
into the sweeping Rhine
burn
burn
burn
into the lilting time
into the wistful pine
into the yearning wind
burn
burn
burn
into the wavy line
into the Camp design
into the psychedelic sublime
and my eyes hit the sun
and I am free