Another Face of the World

     I found solace in insolence, and treasure in plain sight. When the morning dove took flight, a word was given to the deaf, the deaf that preferred to be blind. The famished are rich while the satisfied sees glory. The birds endure the provoking offer to being themselves thus remain as what the onlookers prefer. The lime will serenade the mints into a change while the illiterate stares at the roots. Sonnets will flourish into the new hymns of a nation desperate for affection and villages will rise into empires of belief. Demise will unfold as the new religion and remove honesty in the cheeks of the innocent. Cauldrons are the doors towards fulfillment and scriptures put children to bed. Noses are the eyes of the jealous while the humble searches for each limb. This is a world similar to mine.