Transparent Mosaic

Love runs in many streams from the delta of truth.

It all has to end somewhere near the heart.

I'm a mosaic made from the shell I broke out of.


We are born without masks, screaming.

Many pains teach us the chameleon's lesson.

Love runs in many streams from the delta of truth.


When lies flow easy and layered.

A waterfall of scarves from a conjurers' sleeve.

It all has to end somewhere near the heart.


I thought to be transparent was to shatter.

I only broke and fell to pieces.

I'm a mosaic made from the shell I broke out of.