Words Higher Sound Poem by Simonette Brebenariu

Succomb the paradigm of life,
Let lit the grimace of strife;
Searching the bits-ideal fight-
Make minds-up true insight!
Waking the nerves far inside,
Imbueing call, looking with stride.
Upon brief screen, unpleasant bright-
Not luminous even, not might!
Total fall of conflict clot,
May yonder not thee unjust!
Grinning picture may not appear,
Lonesome faces ever so clear.
No grievance on each moment,
Because ego digests sad endearment.
Battling self on desire's goal,
May it happen, beneath soul.
To wider image of horizons,
Be 'in' to intensified icons!
Seeking the glimpse-searching star,
All here, on vague grammar!