Yellow Ripped Shred

 

The dawn of manhood convened

And more had been sought

Fate stood them in line

Downed several-

Hundred more to indent

(Atleast)-

I discovered a golden irony

A yellow slip

Had not needed the whole

Use metonymy to steal the power

One carrot reflecting twenty-four

Good Midas touch

Spreading “happiness” unto me

And yes, I found love

Merely by palming the fleck

My yellow-bricked-laden-path-of-fate

Litotes to romance

Its mere presence affects my spirit

Coercing my soul to bring fate

Into fruition

A mere remembrance to merrily remedy my off-rhyme

Bring entropy to chaos to disorder to perfection

Deaf hands know little of the future

Not-blind mind finds lines of coincidence

Ha! Coincidence is not irony-

Yellow shard found my wrist!

While I depend upon it for psychic

It depends upon me for messenger

One carrot permeating all I meet

Proliferating millions

Who write these joys and sorrows?

I- who depend upon it

It- who depends upon me

Eye through graphed mind of mine

A silly superstitious tradition

A silly man that changes lives

A silly effect from that voodoo

Torn scrap of golden fate