Epiphany

 Stepping into the day
I can see the point of it all
Certain things have been revealed
They are visible

The sun refracts today
reveals the prior unnoticed
gifts that were always present
could not see past the prism

The cracks in the roadway form runes
The bird feces on the windscreen turn hieroglyphs
A giant spirit ambles past our routines
Then the spark springs an eruption from within

The truth bleeds out onto the pavement
not a mirage but a true pool of scarlet emotion
The anxious half sits in the blood unfazed
marvelling at the world's splendor

The thickness in that crimson puddle
weighs the overzealous tongue down
The brain connects to the flavor
The world shines with the glory of an unending hunger

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