And I begin again
Like a jeweler tumbling stones
Or a mollusk making a pearl
I roll these thoughts in my mind.
Words are too simple for these ideas
Instead, pictures, music, color
Shimmer behind my mask
Where no one can see.
Textures of purples, greens, blues, and reds
Mean more than just their hue.
The trouble behind the symbols
Clog the veins of my soul.