tan·gled

ˈtaNGɡ(ə)ld/

into a frayed knot?

a contorted warp with inconveniences fraught?

to the mundane mind indoctrinated by the universal regime of prosaic persona, perhaps! but to the psyche seeking to further enlighten itself, not

strand after strand in three luscious locks it molds

woven beauty beyond belief, the french braid holds

meticulously, however, what lies within?

amidst the hundred thousand hairs, is there not a single pair with bodies that spin?

interlaced, interlocked, entranced by the mutating plushness

ineluctably irresistible, the spontaneous pecks, accentuating aesthetic lushness

next comes architectural authenticity

each branch and splitting division of silk spindle cultivating its critically composed unity

fibers fastened upon fibers, the glistening network flaunts its immortal vitality

despite its cryptic and puissant composition, mundane minds might falsely perceive mere frailness and fragility

but only at the deprivation from embroilments at respective coordinates can one question such poised equilibrium among tangles, potency, and charm

Now, I hope that this intwined web of tangling trances portrayed my point beautifully, but if not then we shan’t forget..

to the mundane mind indoctrinated by the universal regime of prosaic persona, all of this is poetic bullshit, perhaps! but to the psyche seeking to further enlighten itself about the harmony binding paradoxical contraries, tranquility shall drizzle upon every conundrum unveiling ecstacy