Poetry is anyone\'s confession booth,
The illegal poem is your privacy,
Encrypted with your culture,
This culture on the run,
The poem sings of that culture,
Praises the sacred,
A Tombstone for your ceremony,
In the middle of the neon city,
Poems are blank for a reason,
The secret hides in the void,
But the reflection of the divine is undeniable,
Poems are confessions,
And some are righteous ,
Rite for us