Prisms in the dark are we—
Diamonds in the dust,
Of nebulae, and galaxies,
And meteoric thrust;
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The form we take is but a means,
To house the witness to our schemes:
A hungry soul caught, passing through,
By these gifts of human hue.
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Thus through a pair of eyes and brain,
Colors set at once to reign.
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As senses, all, begin to spark,
Chasms echo in the dark;
By way of strings of neural paths,
The heart and soul, emotions grasp;
The body, soothed by welcome tinge,
Is touched by bliss,
Set free;
Unhinged.
A fleeting moment shines within.
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Each of us, though set apart,
By our wants and needs at heart,
Are all bound by purest light,
Ever near, yet out of sight.
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That light, you see, shines through us all.
Refracting it, we do enthrall.
Through us,
We prisms,
Colors fall.
About the Creator
Z-Man
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Hello all! I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker + writer. I hope you gain something personal + inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Zman.
Thank You!
Zach
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