The Frame II — Prism

THE FRAME II — PRISM

Before the prism,

there was only the assumption of white.

Clean. Singular. Complete.

A light that asked no questions of itself

because it had never been interrupted.

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Then: glass.

Then: angle.

Then: the slow violence of refraction.

And what emerged was not confusion —

it was confession.

Red admitting it had always been there.

Violet arriving late, as violet does,

carrying frequencies too short

for the naked argument.

*

The prism does not distort.

It does not add colour to a colourless world.

It simply ends

the convenience of white.

*

Consider what this means

for everything you were told was clear.

Every verdict delivered without hesitation.

Every history written in a single tense.

Every map that placed the observer

at the centre

and called it neutral.

*

Light enters singular, sovereign, certain of itself.

It exits — scattered into spectrum —

still light.

Still the same photons.

Same frequency.

Same ancient source.

But now the eye must choose.

And the eye

was never trained

to choose.

It was trained

to see what it was shown.

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Perception is not deception.

It is curation —

the quiet agreement

between what exists

and what we are prepared

to look at.

Spoken

"This music was created by DiscoPrincess — Royalty of the Night"