There is a force that pins me down
Like a coma I can’t escape, a trance
Overcomes my scope, no debate
Froze in a type of dream
Possibles of the unseen
Well known in a conscious deep
As a key it unlocks what frees
Still no escape for me
Like a coma froze in motion
All these deeds are very open
I can’t escape, I know my chore
Ancient lore, no hiding from me
Who is me besides the dream?
Hours of translucent deeds
Marvel at your technique
3.21.15
Aubrey's Arch 
I marvel. The poem is so tightly threaded, consistent and yet angular. It pricks and soothes, all in the same echoing sureness. Wonderful poem.
Most humbled by your words. Very much appreciated.