As I sit
sometimes knowing
more often forgetting
the things you've said
Colored tones and frequencies
beat against my ears
yet seldom find passage
into this head
I shake bright blue visions
of the world in parables
you create
Your fantastical pseudo reality
im often more here to meditate
Look behind the words! You said
I moved through its symbolism
crimson red
until the void black outer covering
of your heart began to shed...