Broken Lens

To be a human is to view life through a broken lens.

Amie Woleslagle

Where is your lens broken?

Where does it shift?

Does it create rainbows?

Or does it cause a cosmic shift?

Eyes made of diamonds

A prism of clouds

The lens reveals more

Than your lips allow.

Where is your lens broken?

How does it tilt

The light waves of sodom

Or the glories of Titan’s hill?

Choose to paint with light

Or dye with glass stains

Build the world with glass

Just to see it shatter away

Our lens is a home

It’s colors our tower.

Being human is to view

Life through a lens

Broken with age,

With other human’s powers.

To be human

Is to view life through a lens.

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