Stepping Out
Let me imagine running beside you
until you can't distinguish me from the trees
We'll fracture the prism and step out
to find a new way to bend light
Let me be the lover
willing to replace what you have forgotten
posted by Martin Lanaux @ 8:07 PM
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Prisms are dangerous toys; they bend us to beauty in one another's eyes, to blind us with rainbows that hide us not only from each other, but from ourselves.
Maybe I've forgotten because I'm afraid. Maybe you look for me because your wounded.
Can there ever be a union in the midst of that?
Yes...
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