Primitive living
Forgive him
Forgiven
Mother he never meant to flirt
With prison
This isn’t
This isn’t
The story of one rehabilitated
After understanding
The science of prisms
To be divided against himself
Is hell
This isn’t
This isn’t
Heaven either
Purgatory
Maybe
But look wider
The scope of the universe
This isn’t
This isn’t
Limited solely
To the ground he walks on
He looks to the sky
He sees dreams
This isn’t
This isn’t
The nightmare
He paints
It seems
That at some point his visions
Were lost in the seams
But this isn’t
What this is
Is what this isn’t
A desire to be confusing
By using
Words played against each other
Rather
A question
Searching for an answer
Devoid of isms