You are no Prometheus
chained to stones, a thief alone,
tormented by a bird of prey.

Nor were you Odysseus
bound upon a boundless sea,
so desperate to get back home.

Nor will you be Merlin yet,
imprisoned by the Lady taught
his esoteric magic craft.

Your chains are yours: they're in your name,
yoked about your thoughts and dreams
until you tear them at the "seems."

Chains © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 5, 2019