By Michael Rolf, of the house Schulze
In realms where echoes blend and blur,
A living soul walks with the stir,
Of breath, of heart, of dreams unfurled,
A vibrant thread within the world.
Yet, in the corners still and cold,
Dwells legal fiction, stiff and old,
An abstract art with lines defined,
A structure built by hands confined.
The living soul, with spirit bright,
Finds joy in day, finds peace at night,
It weaves its story, wild and free,
A tapestry of possibility.
While legal fiction, bound by chains,
Wears masks of power, speaks in refrains,
A puppet in a grand charade,
Its voice a whisper, often frayed.
The soul knows love, knows pain and grace,
It dances in the sun’s embrace,
It yearns to grow, to laugh, to cry,
To touch the stars, to ask, to fly.
Yet legal fiction, rooted deep,
In statutes, forms, and promises to keep,
Exists in paperwork, a ghostly hand,
A shadow of what we understand.
To the living soul, the world is wide,
An open path, where hopes abide,
But legal fictions, like a maze,
Can twist and turn in endless ways.
Oh, how they clash, this soul and chain,
One thrives in joy, one echoes pain,
One seeks the truth in the light of day,
The other hides in a legal fray.
So let us honor each distinct thread,
The living soul and what’s been said,
For in this dance of truth and guise,
Awareness dawns, and wisdom flies.
Embrace the life that courses through,
The beating heart in all you do,
And as for fictions, let them stand,
A structure built by cautious hand.
Yet in your spirit’s fierce embrace,
Claim your truth, your sacred space,
For you are more than lines on a page,
A living song, a timeless sage.