Ridged Cut Edge

A refraction of light

split into a surreal intensity

paints a woeful image to the mentally powerless.

Socially inept and

internally damaged lay the gravestones of the cerebral cleansing

to gather involuntary memories casting out those dear held nostalgic vanities.

When the cold winds fray the leaves from your tree

Or the earth crumbles the soil beneath your roots,

None lay unsoiled but those rays of refracted light in reality.

And thus, upon mirror's edge and tempted visual strife,

from birth you take the pledge

to deal with this and this is life.