Prism Psalms
Prism Psalm"I discovered the color of the vowels!"
--A. Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
Trapped by the prison of our emotion,
I reflect upon the refractions
of shocked red desire and understand
that to escape this bent perception
I must prism the hues between these bars
and see what waves, what particles
lock me to the skewed shades
of reality--to discern how emotions,
like a symphony shape our truth
through breathless play, to hope
that by this questionable quest
I might find a key whose note
so pure unlocks the rainbow
of our desires and sets us free
of the chemical reaction. How
blue the blues we play may
be escaped to the colorless
freedom logic unbiased might bring.
And so this song must sing of colors
and emotions and the prison
in which we all gladly sing.
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