The Prisoner
Controlled from somewhere out of line of fire,
Ordered to do that which he cannot see,
Man acquiesces, acting as if free,
Prepared to accept his conscience’s ire.
Until he comprehends that his entire
Traumatic situation has to be
Endured only if he chooses, will he
Realize not to what he must aspire.
Prisoner in his body, he hears sounds
Recorded in his brain as bits of noise:
Organized confusion to keep him blind.
Gradually he’ll see over the bounds
Restricting his vision: there will he poise,
Mechanical Man becalming his Mind.
Sonnet XXV
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I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com. (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
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