Hush, and the whispers will speak,
You are not okay, because you desire to be.
Haste and a waste of sympathy.
Your feathers covered in oils, no way to fly.
Stare at your soul within your one eye.
Do you see your death or your desires?
Are you experiencing your hologram or your worlds reality?
To whom are you a pretender?
To yourself? To your lover?
Bury them in beads, pearls and stones.
Align them and they align you.
Hope is your sanctity.
Mindfulness is the cause of your hope.
Don’t lie to your bearer, she is the core of your home.