Justine Knolle

Prism Prison

Silent and straight the waters run.
There is no shadow for there is no sun.
Fluctuating and futile dream.
Where is the light?
Where is the beam?
The secret is kept,
deep within the shores.
Deeper than the oceans,
deeper than the moors.
Harmony and balance:
a secret dance.
Harmony and balance:
a sacred stance.
Allow me a peak -
please, give me a glance.
The stillness of the water
is not to be feared.
The rules of the ocean are to be
Water and sky are no longer blue, but
have an earthy, polluted and
nuclear hue.
Was it them, was it me? Was it you?
I have paid my debt.
I have paid my due.
It is a mystery that remains unknown.
And in this wisdom
I remain.


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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/06/2005.


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