Bottles of feeling explode within
a fireworks display, tangible yet screened
my flesh popping in cosmic directions

along ev'ry nerve trav'ling to my spine
These are untranslatable words
whose deeper voice rises not from thoughts

but inflamed flashings needing to be heard
What needs be said are budding as tears
bearing pain reluctantly 'neath the shades of my eyes

I stay with the burgeoning cry until its day of freedom
shoves it out beyond the windows of my flesh
For one day my words will be heard

my lips unlocked to release its shackled cries
The dungeon will open where gold is hid
and what needed be said become a fire-words display