as my palette of mosaic colors was never painted by your brush
the austere machinations of light and dark keep the vision less than lush
now speak to me with your vehicular language it sounds so savage to me
the vocals, paraphrase to cause me harm so please do ravage me
conjuring up endless circuits to this fantasy in critical commentary
it is vital that the initial omen is pointing out the arbitrary
it's very haunting so go ahead and question my vulnerable musing
I have a historical connection with the words as they can be very bruising
it is too hard to verbalize while you send those shivers down my spine
“the longest distance between two points is a crooked line”
Nice write Sir !!
I particularly appreciate the last line stating that a crooked line is the longest distance between two points.Very true indeed.But the crookedness can vary from the most crude to the profoundly artistic kind.If there were no crooked lines there would be no art as such (my askewed view)
©bishu
the language is so cleverly
the language is so cleverly wielded that it's almost too intimidating to comment, even to humbly stumble and say a trite "i loved it"