|The flower stand at the window
like an amber prism held a single
velvet black rose on high.
Sun shot into the amber stand
and blazed a sheet of sound
of color too bright to distinguish
Circles bent around the ceiling's
corners and down the blue white
walls, with dancing wing-like feather's
in a song that held my eyes wide
What peculiar vision had drawn
my heart to listen as my face
felt a smooth warmth enveloping me.
It was the amber stand and velvet black
rose clothed in the sun's knowledge
that gave my life its hope.
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