You had to seek me out,
rattle my chains,
pull me from the cave,
make me ask what if…maybe,
remind me what’s missing.

Neither of us have forgotten
the Sun and I once blazed together!

I knew Truth.
I knew Beauty.
I knew Love.

These chains I put on myself
when I turned my back to this pathetic fire
to watch shadows replay Truths I lived,
a private pi ying xi.

I have the key in my fist.

The Sun went nebula,
you smug thinker.
What can you know of Love?