Prism

Kaleidoscopic helter skelter

There goes the applecart

The world and everything in it

Has been lifted, turned and replaced in a new groove

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What was certain no longer is

Thrillingly, frighteningly so

But the sun seems to shine a little brighter

And the colours more vibrant

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The evidence has not changed,

The interpretation has;

Everything is a portent,

Everything has a double meaning

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How did the radio know

That this would be the perfect song?

Could it really be the world

Was laid out for me all along?

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Time to grow, time to change,

The shroud I made and wore

Now a discarded chrysalis

I can recall without regret.

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I see now that the days I wasted

I was merely waiting for today,

For this moment,

Though I did not guess, and never dreamed.

Every step I took, or choice I made,

Lead me to this happy day,

Where fortune put her in my way,

And showered me in light.

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For what this is I will not say,

For fear the naming will change it

But I know. All of me knows.

The tiny hairs on my fingers bend in her direction.