Prismatica

A collection of 6 poems about the colorful world.

You burning ray who

occupies the space between two stars,

your open palms are pouring

down a river of light.

Sweet water is running

down your cheeks

like two silver saws,

cutting and cutting away.

Barefoot on top of the watertower,

Where the wind moves in waves

and tides through the trees.

It lifts you and bends you

out into the open atmosphere.

Over the earth and

upwards! the glowing sky.

You are alive.

The End

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