You have such a rich inner life which
bobs and weaves, past all those chained
and whirring gears in lovely, seething
incompatibilities and contradictions.
Mechanisms can't hold the brightest
blessings you provide, because they
hide so deep inside within the
dimmest recesses of your old abyss.
When another soul contacts them,
and makes you sparkle so brightly
those passions explode from your
face in beams of light, I hide.