A prism person's outline, gone when I turn my head Perspective’s prison
Countless cycles wash themselves sterile in the circular and kidney shaped lakes of my veins. Begging, born again
Everyday I see a new sun my shadow is thrown on the horizon and the light looks weightless, and I am feather blended effortlessly, a new ray
But my eyes flick and I move with the motion of the earth rotating to a dark day It keeps a vague sense of newness Night is a grainy antannae tv my edges fuzz away in it’s loud ocean, I am indefinable in it’s body.
Light penetrates water and throws a shadow seven ways deep Me, a stream streaming like light through a window a bay through a dam
I stream in silhouettes too in the tar black ocean bottom Flowing under tired tides pulled under with the moon
Align and soon sea becomes a circle Prisms thrown back, a retract into the keep it is my skull, my chest my body contains