Distracted by refracted light reflected back in spite of all that stands between the prism and the clear blue screen that coats my eyes.
Underneath the forest skies where sight lines split and bits of colour splash into the white of splintered bark trees aspire to be much more than rooted to the woodland floor.
Who but Frankenstein could build his dream above the scream of spires and steepled people? Swept clean and brushed away the horror of a yesterday.
Within the spiral trapped inside the twist where love was kissed and walked away the folly of a yesterday.
I lay me down to weep in nightmare sleep I keep my yesterday.