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PURE PRISM
my words are bread
my thoughts are the crumbs
that feed doves
should i forget to think
famine would strike me
one day Silence will fall:
the sea, lamed like a wounded whale,
will wash onto the shore
a final display
of purple memories
of the quiet sunsets
of centuries
then my loneliness will disappear
in the swaying grass
of my beloved homeland
and I shall become light and clear
I shall become transparent
like crystal glass
reflecting rainbow colours
of the Pure Prism
This enchantingly rapturing1!...:
"should i forget to think
famine will strike me..."
Where then, indeed, do the
Eagle I am go from here?
Descartes did say:
"I think, therefore I am"
This is surely:
"PURE PRISM".
What a disarming piece!
Ugonna