Thinking about light, rainbows, visual perception, and the ultra-violet patches of colour on flowers that human eyes cannot see.
The Unseen
Despite the darkness, we must learn to sing –
a purpling of air, to sooth the dread
that effervesces in our throats, and brings
this swimming faint sensation to our heads.
The atmosphere, alive with countless shades;
the microscopic teeming through our blood;
the ultra-violet that peaks and fades,
a staining on the lip of every bud.
We grasp to seek the colours that it exist,
invisible in shards of shafting sun.
A spectrum of perfection, shadows twist
their neon splendour. Beauty on the run.
But, luminous, the courage flashing bright:
the prism splits a humble beam of light.
LM
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