There be no cage that can hold thee unwilling

There be no cage that can hold thee unwilling

lies
in wait
behind
a moat
of psychological
infrastructure

blows
in a wind
of stench
and he flutters

flutters
in a
butterfly
impervious to
moats intent
and he runs

runs
further faster
ahead of
himself
leaving a
wake
which turns to butter


CChryst
response to RRilke's "the Panther"
and to life at this moment