I am iridescent

fuelled by omnipotence
over your mind and what it consumes
of what will transcend,
what will be induced
what enters your eye,
the signals produced
through people’s hides
with pigment abused
or through stained linen
coloured in shapes
that resemble life
death and decay
and lastly, if subjects
don’t force you to think
then words written down
with deep coloured ink
will make you project
will make you conceit
what lies truly hidden
in your sentiment