Inner talks
Allow the now-imaginable, There is Cause; but no Effect - Pastelised colours, Relax your worry, Could change our point-of-view. // a Weird Fish poem
Close your eyes,
Bestow upon yourself,
An open world.
Sonorities,
To wash over your now-fathomable,
Dichotomies.
Here in this world,
Free-from-defect,
Except in the inept thoughts,
Brought in by an external force.
Can express themselves vibrantly,
Only if there is acceptance,
Of One's inner-calamity.
Let me tell you a story,
For me, and for you,
Grew into something,
We both knew: