i am pulling lines out
i would lose in the dissolution
and pollution
of collectivism
i am a prism
breaking the prison
into shattered rainbows
where the rain goes
pools in the puddles that dream themselves mirrors

i am a ball of wool
i find a loose thread and pull
extracting a tangle of poetry

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