A trickle of light was dangling atop a tree
That grew bigger and toppled the nest of the queen bee
Then it suddenly disappeared through the great vastness
Never again seen or ever felt its calmness.
The trickle of light now have travelled
Before the reality that was never been bothered
Roaming around having no other than a straight path
Coming through the front door and past the small bath.
The trickle of light came back
Exhausted from running around the stack
Passed through an old wrinkled prism
Down to the handheld mechanism
And burst unto a figure, a rainbow of Baptism.
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