there are no chains

there are no chains,
no shackles here.
not even a cage to capture you near.

the prison is of that upstairs,
the worms under that rocky skull.
creating your own pain in a lull.

open that space, to the eternal place.
where hearts will grow,
and words will show,
the depths of your roots
and fruits spread out.

uncover the worms,
set them free,
to cultivate,
your composted knowledge tree.

there are no chains,
no shackles here.
not even a cage to capture you near.

you have the keys,
open the locks,
let yourself come out.