PIRANESE’S PRISM
Like a rainbow captured,
Held hostage in some Piranese Prison
Prism;
Light is refracted from my virtual soul.
Drained of colour,
Lost in thought,
The Dervish like whirlwind
Within my mind,
These walls my conscience;
I find I stand alone.
Lost within a cerebral vortex,
Ascending the never ending stairway
I find myself going down.
But hey...
It's just an illusion.
Isn't it?
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
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