As the heart walks among the sea of sorrows
Underneath I find currents of silence to follow
Cast of red, turquoise, and ivory rest among the olden ground
Thou once believed creation had naught to awe beyond my Crown
The thread of life balanced on breath and death
With no alternative left, there the ends are met
Such beauty sways with the unlovely
O’ how doth such delight and terror
Dance together in such harmony?
-Toxic Scribe
Toxic Scribe: Writings and Rumination 