Become befuddled by the shining ambiguities,
the light that drapes itself with constant dust-
A memory laid out through broken paradoxes.
If you cannot see the reasons buried here,
for lips pressed together in anxiety-
Then they will dry to curt ripples instead.
When you are given the chance to redo,
those simply mistakes dribbled in crimson-
You will turn away and ask to keep the scars,
instead.
To let your mind release unto itself,
a world of possibilities from experiment-
You must first let go of the fear of death.
To be raptured by Euclide’s phases,
delved through bars of imprisonment-
The situation must find itself to an extreme.
It is just to be said that for you to be here,
in a moment where your essence exists-
One must push themselves up and over the limits of
extreme.
