Discover

In the turquoise moments of ice-like dust,
  I slap my tongue to produce mosaic-like chants.
  Swimming in the ocean of hubris soliloquy
I hear a million heartbeats, throbbing sustenance
  of equality, of integrity,
churning in my vertebrae the blue ink
  the grey ink, the colourless ink
to smash the vintage basket of hypocrisy.
As I discover a bridge of white light
sharp, eccentric
gleaming on my naked skin
unfolding the glitters of blue water,
unveiling the reverie of scampering lizards,
all into my mouth, poking the veracity of this pendulum
that strikes truth with its each swing.
I, discover my lost dust, backwards yet forward now.