Synesthesia as a Synthetic
Cynthia recognizes my Synthesis

If I agree to this decree
I will need the silence
For this positivity unseen

in this scene, a black coat
hides its sole in the corner
under a pale, wingless painting.

If I agree, my Conscience
be free, accoutrements as duality
a binary in my triplicity, I
will smack God four times for
Mein Serenity