Lemon peel
pearls of
white incandescence.
We are
as we see in prisms,
shafts of
light splayed so prettily.
It
passes so we seek it out,
find a
home for how it feels
inside
the outside looking in,
inwards where
our thoughts dwell.
In these
times we feast as kings
on knowledge
and inquisitive stars.
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