There’s liberty in limitations
- freedom defined by fences -
the sound certainty
that there's a boundary
beyond which
nothing new need be endured
- hard solitude
softly promising
a perimeter within which
pain will be
contained / restrained / maintained -
finite pain
that,
although felt indefinitely,
will never proliferate.
As will be true
of pleasure too
- however,
an acceptable constraint
for the few who
will be able to differentiate.