A prism broke.
Untamed hues escaped.
Emotion concentrated behind broken spaces.
Heated violet, red, and orange, consuming all nations, creations, and ranges.
Muted black soot coating clear crystal.
Prescient blue and green, begging in whispers.
“Here and now find this golden path.”
White light tracing thin remembered shapes.
Negative places show hidden empty faces.
Edges yellowed and browned like opaque crowns worn down.
Cold pride covering inconvenient concerns, dismissed, and transformed
Like a doomed and determined dandelion
A final ray of unbridled inspiration.
All colored hope holds a promise.
Lost colors are not shame.
A prism only breaks when hidden from sight.
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