There was a time words were seen in colors
I saw many hues and saturation
tones and shades were not hidden
until you decapitated my heart

I gave you everything I had, not just a little
My heart, my soul, my words, my actions
I trusted you and you took it for granted
cast me aside when I needed you most

You were the one that I pursued relentlessly
I made sure I loved you 'til I bled
& at first sight of blood you fled
because you're at war with love

and after the scars you've given me
I wish I had never met you
never been in your life
because you broke me
discarded me
left me

i cant even hate you...

.
The serpent around my eye
in perpetuity eating its tail.
A sigil to represent fluidity,
sheds its skin to no avail.

The Truths play around my head in loops eternal,
infinite possibilities of *******,
fractal gems cavorting in lustrous oceans,
that cleanse an hours disgrace.

Pan-Dimensional
and Omni-Directional
Truths are connecting.

Ouroboros, protector of the Tree of Life,
his apple is the gift of Knowledge.
Are those tempted weak and futile?
or hungry for the secrets of Cronos.
The fruit of Wisdom picked, and devoured,
in the garden quest for clarity.

And the serpent around my eye,
like a monocle allowing sight,
flows Truths into my mind,
reflecting matrices taken to flight.

© Pagan Paul (09/06/17)