Overhead the clouds obscured the sun
Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing
It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways
Causing her to giggle with delight
And when the sun finally did come out…
Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun. Now where was that gold?
Beginning was so tiny that they called it big
And the sound that could not be there, a shot heard throughout the universe
Now we are the echoes of that cosmic starter’s pistol
Giving chase to the ever-fading light
Needing to think, he began to walk
Oblivious to his surroundings, focused on the problem at hand
Only issue was that the lack of focus on location added to the conundrum
Deliberating and musing everything over and over again
Left him standing on the train tracks not noticing the train when he finally solved it
Even as the light faded from his eyes, he smiled knowing how many lashes it would take with a wet…
Didn’t believe it would ever come to this
As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks
The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory
Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…
Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …
Currents in the air made the hairs on her arms stand. She looked up at the figure she knelt in front of
He placed his hands on her head and she felt an electric jolt.
Arise and know that you are now in my service, he said.
Reaching for her sword, he pulled it out of its sheath and sliced open his palm, spilling his blood.
Giving the bloodied blade to her, he finished, “Now go forth and avenge me and my family.”
Everything went white and when the light faded, the woman found herself in the graveyard, alone.
Crisp refreshment poured from the aluminum vessel.
Amazing that such a light thing could hold all that carbonation in.
Not that he could as he let a burp rip
Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…
Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.
Going on this date was such a bad idea.
Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?
Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.
Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state
Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind
Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray
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