In the dark times
I breathe in so deeply that I feel I am taking in
and its tides.
The empty waters swarm my lungs and cling to breath that
is now suffocated
You have taken my fundamental being away from me.
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.