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Unrevealed In The Prism

Poetry By: DrunkenRam
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Unrevealed In the Prism
on December 2. © All rights reserved

The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
entire spectrum.
Unrevealed in the prism.

I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel it's glow.
I am the flash that blinds the eye when lightening takes it's toll.
I am the dress that says "I am pure" as down the aisle you stroll.
I am the flag that cries for mercy and the bandage of future scars
I am the midday Sun, the light of the Moon and the twinkle of the Stars.

Containing each hue and shade,
keeping none.
Reality is all,
reflecting light.
Unrevealed in the prism.












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Unrevealed In the Prism

on December 2. © All rights reserved

The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
entire spectrum.
Unrevealed in the prism.

I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel it's glow.
I am the flash that blinds the eye when lightening takes it's toll.
I am the dress that says "I am pure" as down the aisle you stroll.
I am the flag that cries for mercy and the bandage of future scars
I am the midday Sun, the light of the Moon and the twinkle of the Stars.

Containing each hue and shade,
keeping none.
Reality is all,
reflecting light.
Unrevealed in the prism.




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