Butterfly nest

The hands aren’t what you think they are

The wormhole is a waffle/pancake hybrid that shapes a jar

In the times our mirror breaks

And we’re being swept away

It’s hard

However

It means we’ve healed from our wounds

If we’re laced with scars

For it’s these pillars we create that make us strong

The brilliance that awaits those resilient

Who face the shards

I vanish

As I stand before a mirror and stare for miles

Peer amid the chaos

Disappear into my inner child

A lilac[adj.] rose rules the sky alone

Sails the spiral

How it feels to wear the bright corona of a single smile

Love eternal

The rainbows of a sun

Supernal

My sky’s a masterpiece

Each day my cosmos paint another mural

I gaze in awe

The horizon V!BRANT gratitude

The radiant collage of the magick that acts as my moons

The clouds behave as sacred runes

The power of all that ensues

A specific light only photosynthesized by empathic roots

I resonate with natural truth

The layers of my mask remove

But evaporate when ‘frank’ is not a tessellating attribute

The brain’s damaged with the heart

When the soul’s impaled

The fate of one

Who bears the weight of tons

That aren’t below the veil

Just know

There’s nothing more important than to know thy self

And the reflection’s quite obscured

For those who hide behind the blur they show themselves

So keep your ojos genuine

Don’t deceive your retinas

The moon is exudative of how beautiful reflection is

So resolve to see reality

Despite what your perspective is

Be honest when you’re scanning

Be organic

Not impetuous

Don’t let your surveillance be a frantic frame of reference

When you consume

Surrender to what nature blooms

Collate with deference

The truth’s adorable

Even when it’s sorrowful

‘cause it’ll never unexpectedly decompress into tomorrow’s wound

I keep it sheathed

In hopes to never see my sword removed

Even though it seems it’s only ever peace until the war resumes

I do all I'm able to

To ensure that door is glued

But when I must

I blow off the dust

And do what Zorro do

For it’s all energy

And I'm intimately made aware

That rather pitifully

The way that I vibrate is rare

The anatomic traits all instances of empathy innately share

All involve evolved rotating renderings of the same square

I see the swirl

The beauty that deeps the world

And I choose not to intrude on the intriguing whorls