Sweet And Sour

Eyes dipped in stereotype stigmatic sauce
see on a one dimensional plain,
they confine and restrict every sight
unto their framed foundations in facades.

Never looking beneath any expression
for all that is shall purely be
either sweet or sour,
have only their flavor
that their minds crown upon that face.

Lost is the precious power to perceive
the deeper elements in any shape
and what dies is the beauty of paradox
those enigmatic moldings from irony’s clay.

Ever playing matchmaker by superficial means
to preserve assumption as the truth
and deny the right of our creator
at the option of giving His creations
more complexity than our mannequin theorems
will allow to have life.