The dull monotonous, monochrome life
must smash against a prism’s wedge
and be sawn into a spectrum,
and then must ride upon the bleeding edge
to never again cohere.
To dash the hateful ego’s hedge
that imprisons minds in fear
is to sing aloud this joyful pledge,
to these strings apply your plectrum,
take all power to be alleged,
subject prejudice to light’s glassy knife.
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