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

I find glory in the unity
of myselves