Spectrum

I can’t quite see what lays ahead.

My eyes have strained themselves to the brink of blindness,

But no lens nor drop will clarify the scene.

The skies are clear up to the horizon,

But no amount of distance can reveal

Exactly what it is I’m searching for.

Orbs of blue bend bands of light,

Refracting sea and skies and stone,

Shrouds of darkness give way to rays of light,

Sight shredded by strips of time,

Seconds spawning minutes making hours harboring days

Delivering weeks without what I want.

Colors burst forth from the infinite grays,

Brilliant and bold, too crisp, too vivid,

Separating themselves into slivers, forming into

Lines and waiting to become shapes,

Endlessly shifting, sliding, snapping into

Place, where it is they belong…

I’ve undergone this spectacular process,

Been baptised by the nothingness,

Let the hands of the universe work me

Into whatever it is I need to be,

Fitted with what was deemed necessary,

And when the world once again allows itself

To be seen, we are we once more.

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