Hues of phylactery
Change from colorful to colorless, change evident to dreary— Be careful
Trapped in the world of artificial kinds of histrionics
Standing at the edge of distinctness and tentativeness— drastic alteration & dissimilarity
A moulder accolade collapsed deep in the pirouette
Prickly heart camouflaged in mysterious flattery
It's shaper than a hedgehog's pricker, stab without a symptom
This is formidable to me, for my mild heart

Bewilderment hodgepodge in deception
Shuffle cavernous concatenation to dupery
God hates us because we're invariably passionate about something that doesn't give chalice or esteem
Mankind rages like a cyclone, but I agape in hush because I know the cyclone must pass away because I trust God knows everything about these tides
Like rivalry, rivalry is useless to the point of bringing down other humans

This play hues contexture hoary, swarthy, emerald
Sometimes xanthous—periodically convenient fettle
This denomination will not be understood by many people

Unfortunately, that craftiness dragged me into this circle
Observable that this is a paradox of life
Like aversion to be hurt but revel to hurt
Echoes of disillusion keep buzzing in my mind
Why must it be carried into the phylactery tides?
Human negligence or intentional changes in hues only victory in the eyes of other humans

©Uni Nindiani