Root Bound

This place is stifling 

suffocating

Shine dulls

stars fall

It’s all a ruse 

Rose-tinted 

incompetency 

keeps you wandering 

the maze 

Strangulated roots

in a pot 

outgrown

Stretching towards 

zenith 

in slowly fallowing 

Earth 

In Frutigen

Bells tolling…

an Alpine symphony

replete with cow bells

chalet gables &

crisp Helles.

Lost amidst the valleys,

seeking the simplicity 

bestowed by neutrality—

to never fear the weight of inevitable 

Collapse.

If only it were as simple 

as untainted Alpine springs 

feeding the security of impermeability;

the World’s virulence as distant

as the three knells echoing across 

the Oberland valleys…