NEW POETIC ORDER

MY IMPERFECTIONS AND HISTORY 

COLOR ME LIKE STAINED GLASS WINDOWS

I AM TRANSPARENT WITH YOU 

SO THAT YOUR LIGHT MAY CAST 

THOSE COLORS I REFRAIN WITHIN THE GRAINS OF MY COLD HARD FORM

OUR IMPERFECTIONS AND HISTORY 

COLOR US LIKE STAINED GLASS WINDOWS

BE TRANSPARENT WITH ONE ANOTHER

SO THAT THE LIGHT OF OTHER MAY CAST 

THOSE COLORS, WE REFRAIN WITHIN THE GRAINS OF OUR COLD HARD FORM,

INTO THE STAIRWELL OF GROWTH WERE WE DWELL.