If the world revels in blindness, does it still seek vibrant hues?
Between light and shadow, love ignites: a perpetual dance,
A whispering tempest that spurns the whispers of sanity,
Bearing paradoxical fruits of sweet anxiety, each bite mirrored.
Maybe we are but crashing waves upon shores of mirrors,
Each reflection, a ghost lost in the tangle of desire,
Yearning for a union of dysfunctional radiance,
A tapestry woven in fragmented condolences, stitched with vigor.
In conspiracy blooms the vine, overtaking the steel,
Shall we dance in the symphony of dissonance?Unfold the creased petals, student of absence,