One's soul can be one's cell.
The Parallel
The limits of the being,
Being firm.

One's voice can be one's doom.
And the Gloom
Benighted shore of mind,
The shadows bind.

One's words can be one's prison.
In unison
If their echo contains
The soul restrains.

One's love can be one's quest
The Interest
No rest for the heart -
seeking Art.

One's goings can be one's ends
And the blends.
Benighted shore of mind -
Being firm.

-- Ulian, 16/01/13