May 30, 2023

Refraction of the high bright noontime light
Of origin, white heat of every love
Yet known to man, dissolve my unity:
Grant visions of the treasure resting just
Beneath the surface of the visible:
Imprism me in crystal chains until
Veracity’s true color sets me free


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