Poetry of a Conlanger

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Prism (9/12/06)

Grin,
Smile,
Throw my head back and laugh
Until tears come to my eyes.

I’m not a fish, belly-up in the river of Life.
I am
A prism, standing on the bank.
Crossing is being alive.
Care to bridge it with me?

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