She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

There
be no lack
most be asking for less
by not allowing more

all creation
be claimed
thru resonance of body
in accord with desire

The actors
in mind

play out
the parts assigned

A
victims
line of sight

be
cast thru
its predators eye

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

Truth
be an essence
wanted or unwanted

all be truth
to one believing it

choice
can never be denied
for all truth
be created thru the act of choosing

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

What  
you choose to tell yourself

you will
answer to

an answer
can only spin
in accordance
with
the essence of its question

A soft word
spun in the head

will drip
its sweet essence
into the body below it