Constructed Consent

The Hex in the Hexagram

In ancient scrolls and whispered winds,
Lie the truths of pacts we make,
Where consent is given, souls entwined,
Contracts seal the steps we take.

Consent, a delicate thread we spin,
With conscious will and open eyes,
Yet unseen forces pull within,
Binding tight with hidden ties.

Contracts etched in shadowed ink,
Promises carved in sacred stone,
The weight of words can make us sink,
Or lift us high to thrones unknown.

Connections form, both bright and dark,
Through sigils cast and words unspoken,
Energy flows, ignites the spark,
A dance of threads, forever woven.

But what lies in the heart of Con?
The subtle twist, the hidden snare,
Where truth and falsehood blend as one,
And dreams dissolve to thin air.

In Con we find the masks we wear,
Illusions spun with cunning art,
Yet through the veil, the truth laid bare,
Reveals the soul, the hidden heart.

For every pact, a shadow cast,
In every promise, echoes dwell,
To understand the future past,
We seek the light within the spell.

In choices made, and oaths we bind,
In every secret, silent sway,
The Con reflects the inner mind,
A mirror of the soul's array.

So weave your threads with wisdom's grace,
And tread the path with open sight,
For in the Con's deceptive space,
Lie truths that turn the dark to light.