Nothing Dare
Nothing comparatively is to lose
Where discovery findings present,
Hidden in deem, so playfully lucid
Is smile of perfection, imperfectly meant.

This is the first step to nowhere at all,
Known as the last step to all-ness somewhere:
Proud is fright and so fearful, tall
Idol of worship looks down to him fair…

But only flow of flights to decide
Is under gloomy auspices of thorns,
What of that fairness is further to ride,
What to withdraw among tears and mourns.

Tell them: don’t fear – that means, hesitate, –
Worship create, not vice versa, beware!
Idolo-nation is here to upgrade –
Otherwise will it deleted-ly dare!..