Imprisoned in full-bounded space,
Mind-chained to reality fast,
Self-captive hero starts his race
To capture all at last.

Far twinkling depths about him spread,
Earth’s dust clings to his hands;
Past crowning sun he lifts his head,
King slaver where he stands.

He feels no ball tug at his feet,
No collar pulls him down;
He locks self-growing shackles sweet
And runs the planets ’round.