Spell Drive

This was a poetic response to  Bruce Nauman's "South American Chair 1981" that I viewed at the Dia Art Museum.

Suspended, imprisoned
No way out.
I hang, caught in
A vortex of my own despair.

Everywhere I turn,
I'm surrounded
By an impenetrable
Circle of an iron cast.

I freeze,
Pierced by the
Hard coldness of
Reality.

The fall
Without an end
And yet,
I yearn...