So your many lines may run parallel.
Color, I not not of your origin
But the way it makes me feel, I see.
Truth, serve me a paradox.
The essence I believe but the verse feels unorthodox.
Truth, your essence, a paradox
Unorthodox, your essence, my truth.
Memory, bind my soul with the fragrance of old.
Serve me a platter of no fear. Help me remember it only gets better.