I don’t fit into your paradigm
Your hard prism with razor edges
That prison whose bars are false safety
casting sharp striped shadows
of black and white illusion.
I tried to wedge myself into the prism’s perfect diamond chambers
To contort into an ideal that promised clarity
When I first looked through
things appeared clear for a moment
But they soon became distorted and cloudy.
I am forever on the other side of the glass
Outside the bars
Surrounded by prisms
Burned by unfiltered light as I search
My shadow has blurry edges
that fade into the surrounds
Soft and smooth and hard to find boundary
Fuzzy and indistinct
melting into the universal essence of being
Like a wave that meets the shore and melts into the sand.
I am outside the bars
Where safety bows to freedom.
Instead of black and white stripes
I see infinitesimal colorless atoms
reflecting the unrestricted light of the universe.