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.

Submitted: December 14, 2007

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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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