Waking up inside your words wrangled,
I notice light careening
from every angle
and that even the sparkles
have a dangle…
Color’s married, dressed in white
Liquid rainbows packed in tight
This world, says my gut
Was clearly by a princess cut
Clarity is looking at what isn’t there
Power of pressure, compressed air
Some people just want to wear it
But to me, knowing their maker is worth more than a carat