a sunbeam introspect
fabricating bright vistas
to please the derelict
inside
no, my walls aren't true blue
but snake green shame
can fill a room too
so I keep it this way
like a box for things hidden
silenced
unwanted
forbidden
suppressed lest what beguiles my eyes
be less than what's the very best
that's how I am
just like all the rest
i fear to conjure any test
to what gives life its zest
but I digress!
i rise electric
and shock the world to color
and the gray of truth subsides to me
the iridescent other
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