A conciliary indictment,
a breeze and a caress.
We who are judged
could not care less.
For in between
every action
there’s a hidden bless,
but only for the pure,
untainted from the world,
culturally undress’d.
Impulsive consequences,
an unforseen mess.
A futile sign of regression,
sometimes more is less.
And thereby follows
the burdensome reflection,
“what to repress”?
Plenty times the mirror
of metaphysical nature
only reflects self-duress.