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Anand Nov 2014
he was riding a beamer breezer
into the thick foggy Red Mist
along a steep rising road
that seemingly ceased to exist

having relished the taste of elixir
intoxication elevated his state of mind
inebriated with exuberance of life
on stairway to heaven he drove blind

he wanted to ride fast and free
though his mind was strangled
his body refused to be *******
in a life cord entangled

soon he experienced an impact
deafening his senses, the slumber's fang
eyes closed in sombre sleep but he
crossed the great divide across the big bang

he saw many a glittering diamonds
cuboids of tempered glass in shards
glittering with iridescence against the dark
a tarry sky filled with shattered stars

It seemed like a surreal dream
his body felt light like its floating
amidst the heavenly constellation of orion
saw he, the betelgeuse with ruddiness exploding

the mystic dream faded away
awakened to eternal life with closed eyes
rung down the curtain he joined the choir
mother nature singing him a lullaby
Marshall Gass Apr 2014
Suffused in silicone glass houses grows light
compressed into shades colours shapes
unmagnified the belief stays compressed
until freed from ******* and chains
in the prism

Rainbows burst forth in exuberance
flickering and wavy waltzing into imagination
captured glory in invisible naked sheets
spectrum energy of thin ribbons
strings of creativity locked
in a universe of time
with no beginning and no end
prism eternity

through the looking glass alice
may form a rainbow rabbit maybe a tunnel
through which she could splinter nano particles
into wavelengths of magnificent feeling
upside down meanings and magical memories
prismatic understanding

Baked in a wondrous mathematical formula
the numbers crunch into meaning
rotund and robust explanations
of cuboids and half triangles
unionised but separated entities
profoundly simple
in its complexity of metaphors
visual harmony
embossed in a prism

Why the light shrinks away from sight
into walls that bounce it back in rays
and colours capturing sky and raindrops
proclaiming weather and wonder
we will never know gods creation
and the magic he invests in simpler things
for us to unravel and behold.

Author Notes

We can see more than what the prism holds in its heart only if we care to look deeper.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.

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