Quantum Prismatic
blessed with prismatic sight
He knew love
He was love.
he was born upon
an evolving orb
a world
infant and blind
The fully-sighted child
drained the inhabitants limited senses
with his bright hues
warmth and exuberance
he was too much
deemed not enough
they met his sun-drenched rays
with Brownian sand-blasting
to avoid abrasion
lacerating paper cuts
he learned to be invisible too
he dimmed his light
His company
were reptilian whispers
that inhabit dark places
prehistoric dualistic monsters
they taught him to choose enemies
they taught him judgement
an insistence
everyone be fully-sighted
without the benefit of time gestation
they taught him virtue picks sides
with newsprint fables
they gave him tunnel vision
they taught him to fear and loathe
fear turns the other cheek on love
his gaze grew hard
his anxiety mighty and he small
his prism dulled to monochrome
the universe
creates fractals and patterns
analogues in the exponential
but it creates the quantum
only in pairs
the boy was unique
but he was not alone
there came a time
when another saw him
haunting his invisibility
recognized a kindred
saw the shimmer of iridescenc remaining
glinting through his melancholy
seraphs kept her company
she had plenty of light to share
arcs and waves, particles and spectrum
she reached through his grey and tintype
polished his prism with the diamonds of her tears
gave him back chroma, warmth, and vision
hissing algorithmic monsters
muted and dissolved
decayed without his attention
faded cellulose
tabloid cut-and-dry exposé
incinerated
fuelled the fusion
of his vision with love
***
A Rational Fear of Bright Colours
Once upon a time, the time that is now
There were beings of passion
They were simply stuffed to the gusset
With feelings capable of forming a universe
Feelings conceived by thoughts
Emotions animated with energy
Embroidered to flesh and intricate delicates
Singed, seared, and bone-serged
Alas emotion pushed at the limits of good taste
The beings feared its rapid expansion
Embellishments threatened the basted seams
Of a vulnerable and just-new, carnal-covering
Stretched the astral-gauze of cosmic couture
Like white bloomers after Labour Day
Feelings went beyond what was expected
Accepted … in polite and proper company
The beings had forgotten like the universe
They were designed to expand and evolve
Like the leaves of fashion en Vogue
Shed the old; don the new
And nakedness is required
For any wardrobe change
Ever creative creatures
Whether they were aware or not
They weaved with static, stiff, and tight-fitting sheers
Creating garments restraining to the mind
Impermeable to the heart
With a little syllogistic sleight of stitch
The seam of thought and feeling was rent
Aside … between you and me
Not really, but without some fibbing
There can’t be any fable
So on with this truth-splitting myth
You thought I would rhyme; I didn't
The beings designed a grand illusion
Reasoned without any noticeable flaws
No loose threads to be pulled
No hem to be lifted or lowered
No seams to be let out, or taken in
They tailored a rationality, one size fits all
Now here were the corsets, belts, and veils
Easily, quickly, and readily donned
For the meta-physical masquerade
The carnival, the side-show with only one side
The cladding of an infinitely hued universe
In the simplicity of black and white
Never naked and never appearing gaudy
Bound up and ram-rod straight
They all lived suffering ever-after
Pretending, not noticing they were
But they consoled themselves
They were sure they looked smart
***
Words and Images are my own.
Quantum Prismatic was published today. A Rational Fear of Nakedness and Bright Colours is published in Strays. Strays is available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.
Pryde, that was just pure emotion. I am going to have to ponder it all a bit, but I will say that the middle of the poem evoked such a sense of helplessness and the spiralized dimming of one when they are judged according to others not according to what beauty they uniquely posses. A truly enjoyable read my friend:)
Thanks so much, Kat. I wasn't sure about this one:) Working through things through poetry is always a gamble. LOL:)
I do like this. Aside from the sheer truth of it that cannot be argued with, it's also true that any form of change and growth requires a form of introspection. Gotta rip it off to truly enjoy it.
Thank you, Victor.
Be open to change and movement:)