Prismatic Thoughts

the overwhelming volume of what's unseen
a silent layer before the break

the sudden edge of seeing
a filament snapped, a circuit complete
it burns at the corner of context

a collision of conceptual planes
this sharp awareness isn't warmth, but definition
the moment truth is cut from the chaotic whole

the previous dark was un-angled light
waiting for the necessary fracture
now shadow, once whole, is only history

the sting of the new

a shattered prism of thought
every facet holds a piece
and now the truth is too bright
to hold in one shape