Light to the Prism

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I tend to the green
I look for the prisms
To escape the prison inside

Grey-brown and desolate
Static-creating status symbols
Causing interferences

I’m a leprechaun lass
With treasure to spare
To share, is my true “why”

I daily trek to tend
Intentionally
To the green

Status

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Soaked in and wrung out as the Sun at day’s end

With only the scorched skin to show

Hands up and head back, to laugh is the key 

At best and at worst, I am faced to know 

I 

Amuse 

Me