Prisms, Schisms, & Self Induced Rhythms

The treasure that the eye can see

Beholder does define

Of Love and light to bend and strain

Reveal its Cosmic Prime

It’s number naught but infinite

It’s form beyond all forms

The waking of Prismatic eye

That through all life is born

No two the same, the swails and bents

Of many loving hearts

Made to love Prismatic souls

Devined by truth made art.

Explore the many sides of me

As music of the spheres

So many kinds of love prevail

That none can be called Queer

The Universe of chaos tamed

Through journeys tried and true

Symphonies of being

Displayed, expressed,

True Blue.