LEVELS

We are prisoners of our spectrums
as we sense ourselves minimally
determined not to go beyond the eye
the ear, the nose, the touch or taste.

Even combinations above place bonds
and as prisoners we never venture past.
Our human walls are high and thick
humanity content it seems to just reside.

Adventure looms for those rare ones
who despise restriction and venture forth.
They go and return with strange new tales
that wrap us in enigmas deep
and turn away the rationale
that made us prisoners since first we came.

(A Few Lines in Passing)