I rise from the moments
scattered casually,
and where they laid,
my visions of prismatic
colours flourish,
fistfuls scattered like ashes
across grains of coloured sand,
away,
with the notice of eyes,
heavy judgement,
cataclysmic annulment,
these vivid pencils
so unpragmatic,
I know that
once in a while I must
soar further than I could previously rise,
purity is henceforth
an anomaly,
a broken token white rabbit,
sacrificial totem.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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