prisms, part II: truth

i do not mourn these ghosts

as clouds, departing on the wind

yearning for oneness, yet eternally torn away

this is the order of things

their benevolent spirits are needed elsewhere

to shade and nurture this realm

with no time to hear what they already know to be true

having left me there alone, i gazed into the clear sky

unobscured by the brilliance of this new dawn

i beheld the true stars and their connections

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