Seeing Stone

Feeling returns

Heart stirs, pumping blood to hungry veins

Cold hands, death’s pallor on my face

Awakenings, I’ve had more than a few

Left with questions, and a perspective set askew

I’ve stepped through the prism

Been divided into parts

Scarlet wishes, to Violet dreams

Green reality undone

All plummeted into night

Becoming clear

In the absence of the light

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