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The Prism of Them

 

I used to see every rainbow in the sky.

I’d smile and burn them to the ground.

And every star that dare twinkle in my eye,

they never will be found again. 

I see everything through the prism of them.

 

I knew the earth was just a whetstone in the air

And my mind was just a blade.

And I’d sharpen every edge of my despair

to cut down everything you said, and then

I see everything through the prism of them.

 

I see dead blooms in new blossom.

I see old roads I’ve been down

gilded with marvel and awesome

under the feet of a clown

 

Someone told me that a camera’s just an eye.

And my aperture was closed.

My darkest room developed only lies.

And I’m looking down my nose at them.

I see everything through the prism of them.

 

Now I look at everything and wonder how

and wonder when and wonder why.

And every picture that my dreaming eyes allow

grows from the rose vision of my her and her and him.

I see everything through the prism of them.

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© Audsongs 2014

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