Untied

[ponykeeper]

Thanks in advance for reading.

Hi Chels

I must admit I had to read this over several dozen times since you posted and find it very intriguing. 


I've tried opposing (it), tried walking the distance,
To cross the cold barrier of safe encapsulated unattachment.  unattachment seems like an awkward word here, how about autonomy?
Attachment permeates every string strung through my body,  not sure about permeate and string-- penetrate or saturate maybe?
I stay. Crosswire of chaos, creation: order. Sobriety.   Not sure what a crosswire is and the punctuation is somewhat confusing to me. Is this saying that the intersection of chaos and and creation is order?  And does that lead to sobriety, or is sobriety another term for order? I'm just saying it's hard to figure this out. Then again, it could be just me.

You see there are these things that sink a hook in my soul.  
They pull me into their world of particulate: energy. Effect.  Effect, Engage, knit me...  These sound like directives to the reader and                                                                                                           again the punctuation is confusing to me.  You may just need commas...
Engage, knit me complete into a clean quadratic cloth;  ----- You want to become square
Woven from strands of pure placidity: alignment of the mind. ---  you want peace

But it - it won(')t let go with greater audacity.   it might sound less convoluted to say "it holds on with greater audacity"
I've tried running. 
Where others lure me in and use me up,
It lends fields of escape: cessation for the subservient soul. 

In that moment, no strings tugging: nothing tied to my core.
In that moment, the strings come loose: safe. Untouchable.


 I am possibly way off base but I have the idea that the poem is expressing that N is caught between the goal of sobriety, and the "it': addiction, which is escape, or at least a sense of escape.
Hopefully I haven't mangled it, I am quite rusty at this. Thanks for a very interesting read Chels.
Cheers, Chris

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TThanks in advance for reading.


I've tried opposing, tried walking the distance,
To cross the cold barrier of safe encapsulated unattachment.
Attachment permeates every string strung through my body,
I stay. Crosswire of chaos, creation: order. Sobriety.

You see there are these things that sink a hook in my soul.
They pull me into their world of particulate: energy. Effect. 
These things engage, use me up, knit me complete into a clean quadratic cloth;
Woven from strands of pure placidity: alignment of the mind.

But it - it does not take hold the same way yet wont let go with greater audacity.
I've tried running. 
Where others lure me in and use me up,
Its grip lends fields of escape: cessation for the subservient soul. 

In that moment, no strings tugging: nothing tied to my core.
In that moment, the strings come loose: safe. Untouchable.