Prism (FB 10th July 2015)

Does it help
That there's a
Device in nature
That exposes your
Every constituent part?

That breaks down what we see
Into black and white from
What we thought
Was grey

Then
The white
Becomes a rainbow
With more shades than Newton
Let himself believe
'Cause he
Was

Christian
In the old fashioned
Sense that was modern at
The time so seven was
A magic number.

We now use three,
R and G and B
For light.

You see

R G B alchemy
Is showing you me.
That's all that you see

In the shadows
That define

Me.

Close up is an intricacy
A detail without design
Just twisted fibres
Spun, woven,
Knitted and
Sewn.

Into

What?
A covering.
A hovering above
Fashion's no man's land
Wrapped in wilderness itself

Where I find myself naked and pink

At least that's what I let everyone think.

How much R and G and B make this pink that
Armour clads the imagination of others?
How bright must a light be for eyes
To avert instead of staring at,
To alight instead of
Torching the
Home of?

How!

Take a piece of pipe and
Make it a pipe of peace

Let your Grey
Be wisps from
Burning reds.

Let your living
Be what keeps
You

Let your stride
Be long enough

Let your dreams.

Just let them.

Without fee
Invite your loved ones
To join you where the rules
Of the outside, everyday society,
As outside, everyday society
Itself, has no place
Black is lace with
R and G and B
On delicate
Show
Off

So

Look close. See.
What constitutes me?
I'll look close, too,
At what constitutes you.

With the help
Of that same
Device in nature,

As spectacular
As spectacles
Bringing life into
Sharp focus

As it ever is
In breaking
Light apart.

Such is the magic
Of the polished
Planed prism
That lens
Itself
To

Madness
And love.

Which,

Without form
Without surface
Without reflection,

Are the

Black and the white
The day and the night
The flight and the fight

Of fancy.
Or of fear.

Am I
Making
Myself clear?

There's more to life
Than ever meets the eye

The truth is in
The light
the eye emits

That cannot hide
Hatred
Or hide
Loving to bits.