33 Shades of Black

Until the occulted

Turns her head to the center

kindly requesting surrender.

Chemicals swag on the depths of her scent

In abstract renditions. Black and White.

Bring her sight transcending mine.

Bestow upon her the eyes hell hides behind.

See that these realms we're in but not of.

Those who adhere to reason

bleed the same colors of defeat;

instead, with white knuckled apprehension.

 Souls swag on the infernal seams 

between fabrics of inertia.

Venus whispers, and winds move slow.

Condensing the signals each time you take control.

Hear this.

I SWAG ON THE DEEP.  

Intrinsic voids consume my spiritual orientation.

My conceptual spectrum comprises 33 shades of black.