A Sky Full of Dead Prisms

A small thought, one of thousands
poked at my ear with impatient intent
demanded my fucking attention
said now listen, you.
A sky full of dead prisms.
Can you see it?
I asked what makes a prism dead
he said you miss the point!
So I looked up at the sky
and he said not there doofus!
So I put on a blindfold
and stuck my head into a clay pipe
and I saw the dead prisms.
Billions of them
grey and lifeless
no purpose, no light.
I cried out just gushing sobs
for these lost cold things
what happened why can’t they find the light?
Because they’re dead, dummy, he said.
I imagined the infinite rainbows
should they awaken and began planning
how to bring them to the light.
He laughed at me he always does
there is no light for them he screamed
there is only dirt where once glass had been.
Why did you show them to me then?
There was no reply
and I realized that I couldn’t
get my head out of the pipe.

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