Fulgor

There was a boy
Who dreamed of a distant star
And wished the secrecy of light could have been shown to him, by far
He felt that he did not belong to the Earth alone
But to this star too
And that was true
On mighty wings, he crossed the skies in a leap
And reached its scalding rivulets of blinding streams asleep
Each time was wondrously new to him
He deemed that fables wouldn't end
But he woke up later or sooner and often would remember nothing
Rather than anything at all
But roots of ages went much deeper into the soil he found
His eyes then dimmed
His wings were bound
He felt ashamed of the naive desires
But still kept glancing at the skies with cold and hollow eyes
Since then he forced himself to eke out a living holding a grudge
Until he suddenly came to the end of trudge
He thought at last
That he did not belong to the Earth alone
But also to that star
He lied himself
By far

Self-consciousness within the phenomenon of humanity
Self-determination as an inseparable part of its functioning
Self-identification as a constitutive element of its mechanism
The authenticity of simultaneous existence
On varying plates of its correlations
A flesh
A bone