Self-Portrature

A freak hailstorm of
proposition, makes you?
deaf and mute. The sex
orientation? will not remain the same.

It was not pink? it was not
blue. A thunder breaks the
roof? of calligraphy. A
beautiful face? goes manic.

About the harvesting? I
would say ? it was all
humbug. You can wear a gem
in your eyes? and still not go stone blind.

The prayer will have a
summer wedding. All the?
lavenders will bring all the
blues and all the mauves.