Soliloquy     (Up-side-down)

 
 
 
The epitaph of a noble man rests not on his virtuous benevolence  
in certainty and light, but triumphant courage in loss and darkness
 
Wearing poet’s purple vest in whispering atmosphere, singing love’s  
purity to dead poet’s society, doeth the righteous deed
 
Like fire to flint, passion links the wrists in sequence and beget’s  
gratitude with fall of passing knowledge and the uprising wisdom
 
In the dark prison of the mind, prodigious bed of masculinity and  
femininity, births the child of hope, the keeper of the secret Om
 
Shedding the first tears holding the boy within, circling  
salvation to Universe’s mysteries, the yin and yang of all beginnings.