Poetry

[onewingbroken]

i-
f i held you up to the f[ire]
would the light
/b/r/e/a/k/
into prIsm(s) of color?
if i deify you would
you b less
[me as] yourfollower?
we could dance (in little rays of paint
like small and cherished
figments)
and perhaps
for get
that you never (made
the rain-bow
and you never) were a
god
.