Inner talks

Allow the now-imaginable,
Sonorities,
To wash over your now-fathomable,
Dichotomies.

There is Cause; but no Effect -
Here in this world,
Free-from-defect,
Except in the inept thoughts,
Brought in by an external force.

Pastelised colours,
Can express themselves vibrantly,
Only if there is acceptance,
Of One's inner-calamity.

Relax your worry,
Let me tell you a story,
For me, and for you,
Grew into something,
We both knew:

Could change our point-of-view.

// a Weird Fish poem

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