Close your eyes
Close the doors
Embrace the bargains between your choices
To chase away the voices
Close your eyes
To drown out the cursive fear
To comfort your sullen soul
The wretch in you
For the zen feeling comes in thrall
Zen
A picture of you
Holding a picture of a place
Within the arcane rituals
And the undistinguished details
Silverlines drawn in fractals
I could use a piece of art
As an escape
To an acre of land
Walking barefoot by salt water
And the sea strands
An asylum of time
An open door to a place
Where grass in greener
Blended with shades of mahogany sunset
And the kerosene gleam of the lavender's violet
Close your eyes
For a symphony
Against the uninvited
For a life so undivided
For a masterpiece
Gathering all the concordant tones
To a craft on a violin
Saved on a diary of a resurrecting heart
Named Zen
