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(To sheild oneself)
He wants to rage
against years of institutionalised learning
against the subtle strings of society
against the blind faith of zealots
the bullshit of politicians
the worthlessness of words
in the absence of love.
He wants to shine
spreading out in all directions
like a golden sun,
stripping away distance - suspending time
touching all with delicate strokes
He wants to dance
Entwined within the thread of life
through the needles thinning eye
spinning eternally into the great outer abyss.
He wants to sing
with the fullness of the moon
and the brilliance of the stars.
He wants to love
with the passion of the storm
and the wildness of the winds
He wants to cry
for the souls he cruelly scarred
and he wants to cry
for the icy wall he built around his heart.
Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.