Not forced to scream nor gather at widescreen
it is better rather to entail loneliness at play,
while blessed shades shape mess
in strains of desire to claim.
Allow yourself at gaze,
nonfear of shadows and blaze,
dancing the ecstasy of the soul amazed.
Beauty from a cage, sorrow out of age,
poundering damage into wisdom,
squizzling out thorns of golden rage.
Self consciousness comes bright again.