Prismatic Eigengrau

You’ve seen those low lows

And you’ve seen those high highs

You’ve always been my own reality check 

We’re involuntarily rhythmically antitheses

As our wavelengths match the song of storms

As we’re two trees amidst the rot 

This is the way it needs to be

Like how shards of glass warp reality

In a sky of prismatic eigengrau

Calligraphic clouds and rain dampen the cracks

To the temple of light and through the gate of time

With spotlights that brighten the medieval walls

Forging silhouettes of winged gargoyles 

Madly intimidating the bats and gulls

Who silently soar across the Gothic cityscape 

As they circumambulate baroque spires and steeples

Questioning the ancient cracks in the sky 

They shift and slip like tectonics 

Waiting to be seen differently with the same eyes 

A brief recollection in between calamitous events

Contortions of the identity

Formed by the crystallization of the mind

Like how icicles travel across the continuum

I pretended to ignore your low lows

And I’ve encored you on in your high highs

We’re on the same page and in the same book

But in different libraries and in different timelines

Set your pride aside because therapy won’t save us

This is the way it needs to be

© Niklen 7/26/23