I wish you were the weakest sublime, yet instead you are the turbulent nature of the most sublime being. I try to see you without philosophy but you remain an inherent part of my being that attempts to make sense of the fullest feeling. And I can only do that with you.
Resting in that prism; a population of magnificent reflections. Revealed in the diamond edges, ideas bounce from light. Contours are made home to ideas of crystal clarity when you hold your prism in the fullness of your hands.