The Omnichromiter
Man in my dreams
You've shown me the sights
You've shown me the seams
Of perfection are sewn
With the silk of flaws
But can you justify the ends
And the means of the cause?
The cosmos are filled with broken souls
Beautiful minds with no where to go.
We limit ourselves to the things we believe
Close off our minds
Then plant the seeds.
A tree may grow with no fruit to bear
A cathedral of vines with no knowledge to share.
So build yourself a library
Filled with information divine
Stray from the guarded path
Where all things intertwine.
About the Creator
The Omnichromiter
I write stories like spells—soft at the edges, sharp underneath. My poems are curses in lace, lullabies that bite back. I don’t believe in happily ever after. I believe in survival, transformation; in burning and blooming at the same time.
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