Iris
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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.
Copyright © Hound Of Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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