They say when you turn on the light
So, given my outlook
Would the rising sun
Or flipping the switch,
Leave my form In a state of fictitiousness?
Aforementioned verse exhibits
A layered set of words with underlying connotations
Eternal conflict between dark and light, black and white
Relaying the same concept in a different context,
My race; humour denoting how comfortable I am
In my own skin.
Poet by terrestrial definition
Aware of the many strings tugged to bring about
Motions intent on furthering human condition,
She said I have horns on my head,
I don’t dispute what she chose to see in me
Consider this: of the many facets, that bind my being,
She subconsciously resonated with what she knows she is.
Too much, too soon?
Regardless, I’m glad you could make time,
Listening to the textile approach of the Star-Seed,
Perhaps we’ll have another date
Where I delve even deeper
Into the Lonsdaleite that holds my burning spirit.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: ryky