Rainbow privilege: a poem


rainbow sphere spinning lights

When black, the life of matter dissolves blood and bone

into chaos and song

Striving to spin golden straw from a hard-won mouth

gasping for voice.

The triumph from darkness tears a rent

into the dark, silent hold of infinity

Opening a portal, ever expanding

The bitter taste of defeat, of tooth shattering repression

springing back from the microcosm of despair

Blossoming upon awakening

into an iridescent spherical pillow, upon which lies spent then restored

a tender head of scrappy curls and weakened limbs.

Privilege of an odyssey chosen

descent into darkness, separation, disease, lack, exploitation

to return in an upwards spiral to a flowering of song

Smatterings of equations, characters behind the screen of appearances

The rainbow is a skin to the light body

akin to the prejudice of a world where matter is real

And where “real” things matter.

Where categories and bodies separate and alone

Solitude dissolves into symphony

When art opens the thousand-winged eyes of a butterfly wing,

revealing truth where

one reality is but a web of close-knitted lies

helped together only by the beliefs held by multitudes.

When white, the life of matter clatters and clinks

like coins against marble, granite, and platinum.

Titanium hard-veined blue and cold, embracing separation from the mirror

believing itself to be the Light, the one the only

Wishing to live in a world that is no mirror

To stand hard, tall, robotic on a stage

casting no shadow

Wishing even to banish shadow behind the hardest and most finite door.

Is the shadow of darkness pure source light?

The gift of shadow is the lovely spiral of growth of a plant towards the sun.

A child emerges into being by choice, fully knowing the challenges to be faced

Then forgetting, contracts dissolved into the meatiness of shade, infant emerges from ether, so brave to confront the unknown.

Human being, all flush with iridescence.

We all come here, draped in forgetfulness.

Draped in the shadow of not knowing who we are, why we are here.

The shadow is the teacher of the light.

Dear rainbow, we thank you.

We, fractal fragments of a single source orchestrator

are here. Breaking away to chip into a kaleidoscopic choking

Then explosion of two hardened discs, black on white

into an expanding iris.

We are the all-seeing light

speaking in rainbow volumes

Bringing the Living Library back to life.

Back to light.

 

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