Thoughts en Prismed

T'was a rainbow renaissance
This flexing of modern cuneiform puissance
Dubbed by most as a nuisance 

Attacked in almost autoimmune response

Red room walls that tower then fall 

From lack of foundation and taste 

Revealing a wooden lattice 

Full of old mouse bones and boundless hope

Orange and trim 

Sporting ruffled ridges and sworls 

This couch is clearly from 1979 

Stuffed with old goose down and memories 

Declaring in citrus zest to be far out of time

Great yellow trees sailing the high seas 

Escaped down the river

Cut from an early spring jam in the north 

To disappear beneath the waves in the end

Great greens grow into shades of brown 

Buried in white for interminable night 

Till melted back awake 

They give their chloroplasts a shake

Choppy blue seas churn for you and me 

Crosswind churned within this earthen urn 

When at last we ride the foamy froth coating the tops

Violet in violence did the Purple Cape dance 

Defeating evil under flaking metal girders 

That form the borders of vibrant vigilante patrols

Individually feeling unconnected and unique

After being split in a precisely ground prism

But backtrack the light's path to the other side

And it's all plain white noise begging for the divide