Prism
David Chunn
Reflections are never true
Warping the picture you thought you knew
Existence proves itself to be
Ever fluid, shifting on
To find a place amongst the din
A rarity
To make some sense of the discord
Seek to be
The light you wish to see
Giving way
To a luminous sight
Altering rigid boundaries
To float inside
Uncover the path
Breaking the chains that held you back
Free to drift
Upheld in more than this
A place to rest
A window displays the nothingness
Imagine bliss
Dive into the abyss
Piercing rays
Permeate this house of glass
This house of glass