Vitamin X

Have your eyes ever fallen upon it

A tragedy lost among the comedies

How they all cry mystical fallacies

Yet one is quick to assume the opposite

 

Don't show me shapes from your cutter

I'm moved by anomaly

Step out of your territory

For a dozen cookies lacks variety

Tell me you own that audacity

Dare to spill the Vitamin X

 

Where are the minutes you lost

To validating a false art of you

You sit in wait, genuity embossed

Your blank easel awaits a trace of hue

 

A certain substance runs through your veins

And blesses each artery

To hold it caged is blasphemy

You're composed of original tonality

Mixed with unconfined spontaneity

And topped with a dose of Vitamin X

 

I can see straight through your facade

And read words of melancholy behind your laugh

All the while you simply smile and nod

Changing color is not your craft

 

So don't show me shapes from your cutter

I'm moved by anomaly

Step out of your territory

For a dozen cookies lacks variety

I know you own such audacity

You're made from Vitamin X

 

~(8/25/14)

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