Mirrors do taunt the dampened Lash
Watercolor cortisols from the Eye splash
Dying the spring in a sad Lavender rash
A pastel pity of a sunset gash
Psychotic jaws bite the Unknown
Sadly aloof of Piranha’s hungry moan
Sickled Tongue reaps questions with a groan
As Boiling wine coats the Purple bones
True colors are won in sea-spray wars
Submerged in Chaos’s Velvet scores
Plumbing the leagues of mosaic whorls
Splitting through panes of novel lores
The vision is yours paint in full
Stained glass angel or a demon bull
Ending your bath in a painful mull
Design your course from pasts of Null
Gray experiences wake in Present’s Sun
Prophesy you and your potential run
Your fresco gazes back to seal it done
If you model the image you’ve now begun
Poetry
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