3. Spectrum

I'm folded between the lines

Of colors,

In a spectrum of signs

And colors,

Creeping up my arms in vines

   

My light grows a little more,

Spreading through the velvety dark,

Lighting up another door;

But I realize its limitations;

I feel vibrations, complications –

Accusations, condemnations, degradations,

Let them just be fabrications…

 

Leave my light alone,

Let me shine on my own

The End

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