Encircled Cerulean

Simultaneous contradictions do create
Rampaging insecurity through Pain and Happiness
And whatever is pelted through the gun of hopes, dreams and
Reality at the body of life.

For I can't pierce the eyes of dreams and not experience
The stab of jealousy and aspiration’s desires.
Nor is it plausible to sink beneath the depths of encircled cerulean
And prevent euphoric smiles or blissful salutations.

Yet greetings and grazes against hands or
Playful warfare through the battlefield of my own inhibitions
Ignites the cascading pearls from my encircled colorlessness
And recreates the moments I've chosen to avoid.

Those moments who's creator, with the encircled cerulean,
Resting inches above mine, couldn't fathom
The universe-deep, impenetrable turmoil of
Pearls and thoughts about those encircled cerulean spheres
That penetrate through the depths of my reality,
Netted and veiled by the depths of truth.

That which lays to be noticed is defined
As important to the maker.

That which lays to be hidden is defined as important to
Whatever desires it to be.

That which you've unearthed in my encircled colorlessness
Is nothing but the lie I'm hoping you'll find to avoid
What causes the contrary reactions and bumbling responses:
That truth which is important to you.