Acme Tunnel

Help! Im trapped within these words!
The pixels in the monitor display serve as iron bars.

Ideas bouncing off my padded cerebellum walls,
solitary confinement.

Out of reach, incapable of holding a conversation,
like, speaking with everyone instantaneously within your existence,
for even in the present, these words infiltrate from the past encapsulating my consciousness.

The road-running, blank white space, is ironic & unsuspecting for what this font about to do to it.
For not with a vengeance i come for the interruption of reality, but reality is the one to be interrupted.

Like a Don within the penitentiary system, still manipulating the world outside with these words,
these iron bars will not restrict me, but house my receptors, giving them room to grow;

Ink, to blood,
letter, to thought,
word, to concept,
sentence, to point,
paragraph, to procedure,
page, to memory,
chapter, to time,
book, to life.

...What was once a shackle, is now a wing.
...What was once a cliff side, is now a tunnel to another perspective.

I am not the one trapped within these words,
but the words clawing to escape me.

note to self: find the balance.