His gaze, from staring through the bars, has grown so weary that it can take in nothing more.
For him, it is as though there is a thousand bars. And behind the thousand bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, his powerful strides are like a ritual dance around a center. Where a great will stands paralyzed.
At times, the curtains of the eye lift without a sound, and a shape enters. Slips through the tightened silence of the shoulders, reaches the heart and dies.
For him, it is as though there is a thousand bars. And behind the thousand bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, his powerful strides are like a ritual dance around a center. Where a great will stands paralyzed.
At times, the curtains of the eye lift without a sound, and a shape enters. Slips through the tightened silence of the shoulders, reaches the heart and dies.
