Iris

Hence it begins! Admixture of utmost sins, A flower purple and thin, Iris that is as blue as it's ever been. Do not decipher nor should you commentate What is understood among the thoughts, Shared in silence and candle light, Sipped from the glass or nibbled in a bite. When I look as deep as I can No sparrow sits in the centre of a palm It is the raven black raven That sits, nodding its head Under the Sun, almost like none. There is no live, there is no dead When it is all said and done There is A flower purple and thin, Iris that is as blue as it's ever been. Amidst separation that's a burden of a kind The heavenly red-shift Taken as a rift Offers life and all the joy, Celestial and cosmic, Atop and adrift, Perceived as controlled and off-course Of course, There is no better gift A flower purple and thin, Iris that is as blue as it's ever been.